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You should've laid the clothes you were to rest in peace with
Out for the people doing the burying
They're going to spend hours trying to decide
What you would've chosen, what you would've chosen.
A big heart with a failing mind
An appetite for moonshine
You might believe in god and the saints of heaven's gate
A Hawaiian t-shirt might look bad
If you're expecting judgment day
A big heart with a failing mind
An appetite for moonshine
But every funny guy has a serious side (x6)