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[grandwazooo]

If I should die 'fore the rest of you should,
Just nail my bod in a box of wood;
Tell my friends the terrible news,
and invite them in for acid and booze;
You can prop me up by the stereo
and play the music as loud as it'll go;
You can get fucked up 'til the rising sun,
and then it's time for the funeral run;
We'll go down the street in second gear,
in a panel truck with a keg of beer;
And if you find a place that ain't paved over,
you can lay me 'neath the proverbial clover.