He who dies in a golden coffin
Has lived their life with a soften
A soften heart and a soften mind
Was not adventourous and fell with time
He who lays down and dies broke
Lived his life as a king on a throne
With a booming laugh and a booming smile
He never quit when times were hard he ran a mile
But times have changed and we live to die
We are senseless as a killer with nothing to cry
Cry about losing our money but smile at the dead
Cry when we have to get up, smile when we stay in bed
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