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See the crowd of mourners as they’re standin’ ‘round the casket Some of them I bet are sheddin’ crocodile tears, Dark Clouds, white faces on a chilly Autumn mornin’ Some of them bin waitin’ for this moment for years. Takin’ turns at throwin’ dirt upon the lowered coffin, Someone lays a rose upon the pile just for show A cousin makes a joke about the last nail in the coffin as a groan begins to issue from the occupant below Upside down in the boneyard What a state to find yourself in !