Invite A Coroner

No one's a gas like the living dead

Set to mate their own brain and lead

Pull you past your breaking point

Smile's sinister, hear their creaking joints

Carry on when I'm gone

Say you want a little fun

A ghastly blast on the kid with the gun

This crazy thing, well its no act

'Oh what a night' reads his epitaph

Carry on when I'm gone

Set on this path since the day he was born

It's a last ditch laugh so invite a coroner