I rest here but in peace it is not,
I’ve laid here for years and slowly I rot,
The worms they feast on what is inside,
In this lonely old coffin is where I reside.
The spiders they crawl into my head,
Inside my mind is where they build their webs,
I lay here alone as I lived my life,
But home is where the dirt is and there’s room for a wife.
I need somebody to hold,
When I’m dead and cold,
Still crave my flesh,
When I’m not at my best,
I need someone to cheer me up,
When I’m six feet down,
I need you all of the time,
In this grave of mine.
Deader is better and in death we trust,
To have and to hold in ashes and dust,
In this casket so dark we lie,
Together forever from the day that we died.
Side by side and never to part,
I pledge to you what is left of my heart,
My worldly goods I thee bequeath,
On this plot of land that we are beneath.
I need somebody to hold,
When I’m dead and cold,
Still crave my flesh,
When I’m not at my best,
I need someone to cheer me up,
When I’m six feet down,
I need you all of the time,
In this grave of mine,
In this grave of mine,
In this grave of mine,
In this grave of mine.
The tombstone says that I’m not alive,
But I feel like I’m living,
Cause if I was dead I wouldn’t feel so alone,
I’m rotting here all by myself,
And I’m just feeling lonely,
No beloved corpse to call my own.
I need somebody to hold,
When I’m dead and cold,
Still crave my flesh,
When I’m not at my best,
I need someone to cheer me up,
When I’m six feet down,
I need you all of the time,
In this grave of mine,
In this grave of mine,
In this grave of mine,
In this grave of mine. |
