Dear Mrs. Elizabeth who died on Halloween
Did you go calmly in a pleasant dream
Or were you bound gagged and tortured 'til you couldn't take a breath
Did you close your eyes and realize that you'd gladly welcome death
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
A rose by another name would smell just as sweet
But the roses are all gone replaced by the concrete
The prickles and the goo can't agree on what to do
But the world's still the same regardless of your view
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
It doesn't matter what I think someday we might all drown
When this tower of turtles comes crashing down
But we can swim to the nearest sinking ship
And sit on the mast as we watch it all slip away
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
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Dear Mrs. Elizabeth who died on Halloween
Did you go calmly in a pleasant dream
Or were you bound gagged and tortured 'til you couldn't take a breath
Did you close your eyes and realize that you'd gladly welcome death
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
A rose by another name would smell just as sweet
But the roses are all gone replaced by the concrete
The prickles and the goo can't agree on what to do
But the world's still the same regardless of your view
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
It doesn't matter what I think someday we might all drown
When this tower of turtles comes crashing down
But we can swim to the nearest sinking ship
And sit on the mast as we watch it all slip away
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
Did you go calmly in a pleasant dream
Or were you bound gagged and tortured 'til you couldn't take a breath
Did you close your eyes and realize that you'd gladly welcome death
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
A rose by another name would smell just as sweet
But the roses are all gone replaced by the concrete
The prickles and the goo can't agree on what to do
But the world's still the same regardless of your view
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
It doesn't matter what I think someday we might all drown
When this tower of turtles comes crashing down
But we can swim to the nearest sinking ship
And sit on the mast as we watch it all slip away
Break my bones and slit my throat
So full of shit I just might choke
In the end we're all the same
A meal for the worms a picture of decay
And all our exploits will be forgotten
By the old dead and rotten
But from the tips of my toes to the maggots in my lungs
I swear our song will be sung
Writer: Alexander Marsh
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