The Rhythm Coffin: Music

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BY
GEREG GRIMM & BRENT TURNER

Never cry when the hearse goes by
Or you might be the next to die
Wrap you up in a bloody sheet
Through you down about 50 feet, oh yeah.

The worms crawl in, The worms crawl out
The worms crawl deeper, And you can’t shout.
They eat your memory, They eat your soul
They eat everything that you’ve been told.

They’re living it up inside your head
And that what you get when you think you’re dead
Living it up inside your head
Your brains a banquet to the worms are fed
Cerebral feast you will be, cornucopia of insanity
Cerebral feast you will be, cornucopia of insanity

Rotten to the floor

After everything has been done and said
You can kill your self again and again
Cause this ain’t no life and you ain't dead
You can slash you wrists or cut off your head

They’re living it up inside your head
And that's what you get when you think you're dead
Living it up inside your head
your brains a banquet to the worms are fed
Cerebral feast you will be, cornucopia of insanity
Cerebral feast you will be, cornucopia of insanity

Rotten to the floor