One Foot In The Grave

Let me tell you a tragedy that will

Surely frighten you out of your skin

There once was a god-fearing man

who unfortunately woke up stone cold dead

I've got one foot in the grave

And in its shackles I'm its slave

And here I lie

With all the night

The pearly gates turned me away

In this sarcophagus I lay

No longer dead

but I am bored of breath

I can feel the cold night air

I can feel the decay there

I can feel it in the wind

In death I have been born again.

Gather round to hear

a bleak tale

In harrowing detail

of the utmost suffering

There once was a bizarre outcast

a bedeviled lost soul

searching for his end

The grim reaper snuck up on me

When I was most unsuspecting

with scythe in hand

and my life in remand

The heavens did dismiss of me

they spit me out and let me be

I am deceased

But I can't rest in peace

I can feel the cold night air

I can feel the decay there

I can feel it in the wind

In death I have been born again

In truth, I fear this life appears

in death exiled from eternity

So it appears this life I fear

In death ostracized from mortality

I've got one foot in the grave

And in its shackles I'm its slave

And here I lie

With all the night

The pearly gates turned me away

In this sarcophagus I lay

No longer dead

but I am bored of breath

I can feel the cold night air

I can feel the decay there

I can feel it in the wind

In death I have been born again