Waiting for the hearse to carry you away
Thrown in the mud, maggots fill the grave
In the bone box left to fucking rot.. ROTTTTT!!!!!!
Stiff and cold covered up with rocks, to decay in the dirt
Rot with Rick
Maggots crawl out and they crawl back in
Shredded entrails the last of what's left
You're dead, you're buried, the bone box is your death