One Foot In The Grave

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 'cause the troubles in my head

Gonna be livin' one foot in the graveWell, 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 graveYeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave

Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone

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