Pretty soon, it will be you judgement day Pretty soon, you will be in decay Pretty soon, on a marble slab you'll lie Hope some-ones with you when you die
Pretty soon, you body will be in pain Every muscle and sinew will burn like a flame Pretty soon, in fear you will cry Hope some-ones with you when you die
Pretty soon, maggots eat your flesh Pretty soon, old and rotting where once you were fresh Pretty soon, your flesh putrefies Just hope some-ones with you when you die