I'm going to lose my toes, that blows.
I'm going to lose my hands, my glands.
I'm going to lose my nose, who knows?
Kinda puts my snot on the spot.
I hope I'll have my words,
I could do without my turds,
They say at the moment your soul leaves,
Your bowels let go, and your family grieves.
There are other emotions vis-a-vis death than morbid, bleak and unredeeming horror, but that's just me. I'm kinda in a lighter mood, so I could laugh. (I did)
I'm going to lose my hands, my glands.
I'm going to lose my nose, who knows?
Kinda puts my snot on the spot.
I hope I'll have my words,
I could do without my turds,
They say at the moment your soul leaves,
Your bowels let go, and your family grieves.
There are other emotions vis-a-vis death than morbid, bleak and unredeeming horror, but that's just me. I'm kinda in a lighter mood, so I could laugh. (I did)