When we find out things are at their worst, we put in our special order for our customized hearse.
We ask for a black coffin with red satin on the inside and extra cushion on the bottom for our backside.
We pick out our last outfit to be shown off in and practice our cold grin.
We lay down side by side and seal the wooden box so we can't hear the silent cries.
The lower we go the darker it gets.
The lower we go the more peaceful it gets.
The lower we go the more easy it gets.
The lower we go I realize we will never part.
And I really want to because you just let out a deadly fart.
BAHAHA I can't take me seriously anymore.
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