carry marry bury the bone Larry weary wither and stone gods gonna carry us home devil gave us our wit now we got English to spit now we got houses to flip look at all this shit carry bury the lick for the fire gonna marry the wick smoking reefer after the sick and I'ma walk with the stick toms got a booger to flick oh well ain't it grand the mortuary where you end then they steal your corpse and torture you after the hurse getting poisoned by the nurse...