Dust to Hell

Verse 1

Well I hear your lungs done blackened up
And the doctors can't do naught
You've got a couple months to live
And you're lookin' none too hot

Don't worry 'bout the afterlife
I'll put your mind at rest
You can't escape your grisly fate
As Dante will attest

Chorus

Some people say it's dust to dust
Don't swallow all that swill
You're one screwed bloke soon as you croak
It's dust to bloody hell

Verse 2

The dumb folks here will fill your head
With thoughts of clouds and harps
Don't pay 'em no heed, take it from me
They make a bolt look sharp

Your younger friends, who've been away
At university
Will tell you there's no point to life
Or so says Fred Nietzche

Verse 3

I guess you're feeling ill by now
On top of your disease
Your empty eyes are no surprise
The truth don't aim to please

Dead silence is the norm as well
Though so's a pulse, they say
I guess it's fine, the truth's inclined
To take your breath away