Dust to Hell
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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 don't look 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 them 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
