And were you in the coffin?
When they lowered it into your grave?
And covered you with heaps of roses?
When they threw in the piles of dirt?
And said good bye to you for one last time?
And did you really die?
Or fool everyone with pitiful cries,
And mornful woes of pain and death,
When you took your final breath?
Or were you at your tricks and games,
Fooling everyone to laugh at their pain?
To get a little sympathy,
From their awful misery?
And if this is what you've done and said,
That curse you at your true death bed,
For when that time true does come,
To pain and mortification you'll succumb,
When you realize there's no one left
To help you through your woeful death.