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Cattle for the coffin
Watch the grim reaper drop in
Death rattle is the sound
Six feet down
Cattle for the coffin
Take you six feet down
Take a life, dig a hole, bury all you know
All your sins are nine inch nails in the lid
Say a prayer. What's fair? Death doesn't care
Sell your soul for the highest bid
When the bell tolls blood runs cold
Crawling on your skin, maggots dig in
Nothing but flesh in a wooden box
Laid to rest with a stained glass cross
Digging that hole from the day you were born
Waiting for the day of no return
One final breath, one last word
All is said and done, rest now my son
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