Beck - One Foot in The Grave текст песни

Theres a dead hobo on the patio

And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire

Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red

And it better be long as the troubles in my head

Gonna be livin one foot in the grave

Well, I was sittin at home, cookin up a steak

Satan came down, dressed like a snake

Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames

And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise

Well, you be livin one foot in the grave

Yeah, dont go throwin no coupons on my grave

Dont go carvin no happy face on my tombstone

Woo!

Woo!