Pretty soon, it will be your judgement day
Pretty soon, you will be in decay
Pretty soon, on a marble slab you'll lie
Hope someone's with you when you die

Pretty soon, you body will be in pain
Every muscle and sinew will burn like a flame
Pretty soon, in fear you will cry
Hope someone's with you when you die

Pretty soon, maggots eat your flesh
Pretty soon, old and rotting where once you were fresh
Pretty soon, your flesh putrefies
Just hope someone's with you when you die

Pretty soon