There's 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 don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave. Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone. Woo!. Woo!.