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letra de mr. undertaker - bard noir

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don’t get me wrong i have nothing against
any occupation, or its fair gotten gains
and making a business out of your fellow man’s woe
is just another way to bring home the dough

dealing with dead bodies as a living puts people off
but, frankly speaking, ain’t the worst i can think of
what i really loath and fills me with disgust
is crooks trying to part me from my hard earned bucks

mr. undertaker, i’m here to demand a refund
hired you to bury my lady, but your job is half-done
mr. undertaker, my requests were reasonable
you just had to make sure she’d stay down once and for all

you said you’d prep her no questions asked
well, i can’t complain, she was a true work of art
her throat was brand new when you nailed the box
could swear she was asleep, not a stiff cold corpse

so far so good i was free as a bird
’till i found out she had not said her last word
she had always done her best to ruin my peace
and even death was not enough to change that hard-headed b-tch

soon my nights were filled with unsettling dreams
that had me woken dripping, screaming, groping the sheets
haunting voices started ringing in my head
quite familiar, although m-ffled by cotton and dirt

all these i could live with, pesty though they were
abiding time to save me from that living nightmare
hopes proved false when, when, still in funeral vests
she walked in in the mood for some rough, posthumous s-x

i can tell you don’t believe a word of what you’ve just heard
i know it sounds like a cheap horror story, queer and absurd
alas, there seems to be no way to change your mind
than calling her in, ‘cause she’s waiting right outside

- bard noir

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