I can feel it coming,
I
hear the engine running.

The universal hearse is
on the way.

If I was oblivious to what is
patently obvious
today would be a good day,
but I'm not and I hear it,
try to be brave, but
I fear it,
and then
I wonder
who'll steer it,

an Angel or Devil, a thing of the night,
someone to hug me or some demon in spite
of my plea will do something worse
than what death means to me?

The ball and chain,
oh Marley what pain
the little things mean the most.