There's a dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
You roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long cos the troubles in my head
You'll be livin' one foot in the grave

Well I was sitting at home cooking up a steak
When the devil came down dressed like a snake
He said what you got
I said not much
He said you always gotta look but you're never gonna touch
You'll be livin'
One foot in the grave

Don't carve no happy face on my tombstone

Don't put no coupons on my grave