they told me death is not the end
they warned that god is not my friend
my prayerbook's words will i amend
these dear misdeeds did i intend
and, o, underneath these clothes
all i am is bones, just bones in graves
and, o, nobody can know
if i have a soul or if i'm saved
how can i doubt the pains of hell
my father's grave serves my memory well
i tore his insides out of his shell
it's not a sin if he can't tell
and, o, underneath these clothes
all i am is bones, just bones in graves
and, o, nobody can know
if i have a soul or if i'm saved

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