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Ballad of the Dead (Maniac Spider Trash)

They zipped the bag over my head On Halloween night, I was pronounced dead The hearse drove me straight to my grave You all looked down on me as the lid closed over my head Being dead is so much fun I won't see the sun rise again I take this casket to be my lawful wed My tombstone marks my place Another forgotten soul A forgotten face Your throwing flowers down on me We all live in the garden, the garden of misery I feel so cold Six feet under reality's digging in who do I answer to No more chances when you're dead Icy cold feelings chill inside I've crossed the line between dead and alive