Estaloca & The Blacksmith - Lost In Limbo lyrics

Whenever you see a hearse go by
You know you'll be the next to die
They wrap you up in bloody sheets
And throw you down ten thousand feet

They put you in a big black box
And covered you up with dirt and rocks
All goes well for about a week
Until your coffin begins to leak

Your stomach turns a slimy green
And pus pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a slice of bread
When you are dead