Pretty Soon

Pretty soon, it will be you judgement day

Pretty soon, you will be in decay

Pretty soon, on a marble slab you'll lie

Hope some-ones with you when you die

Pretty soon, you body will be in pain

Every muscle and sinew will burn like a flame

Pretty soon, in fear you will cry

Hope some-ones with you when you die

Pretty soon, maggots eat your flesh

Pretty soon, old and rotting where once you were fresh

Pretty soon, your flesh putrefies

Just hope some-ones with you when you die

Pretty soon