Hanging Sit Feet Under

Hanging Six Feet Under By Caden738

A robbery caused my death on Sunday

A priest caused my burial the next Saturday

Now I wait, and hang out in this dirt

Awaiting my three little squirts

If they want we’ll wait for theirs

If not we’ll fade of ’till no one remembers nor cares

Then someday within the next 200 year

We’ll all live together where tis sunny, and clear

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