There's s dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long cos the troubles in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak Satan came down dressed like a snake Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
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