There’s a small amount of comfort
But it quickly becomes a chore
And when he tries to converse
You remember why he’s such a bore
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
There’s a small amount of comfort
But it quickly becomes a chore
And when he tries to converse
You remember why he’s such a bore
This is not our goodbye
It’s just a fond farewell
For we both know
We’ll meet once more
As we both burn in hell