The Last Undertaker - Pop. 1280

He is a body God

Watch his feet body’s getting hot

It’s reading here

He wants you again

Get on the next train

Get on the next plane

It’s wet and warm

There are all this house crumbling stone

Or what it is open road

The solids are the universe

It’s not a step back

He is on his belly and lay now

I fit through the cracks

He needs a body God

Look there is teeth everybody’s getting hot

It’s cold in here

It always rains

Get on the next train

Get on the next plane

Down in the ocean

Full of plasm piss and cum

If only we fall on the summer sun

Feel I’ll walk again

Sex on stone

How I’m pacing the halls

He wants you now

He’s the last he’s alone

He wants you again

Get on the next train

Get on the next plane

It’s coming dark

Plan the stacks up

The last undertaker

That’s what he wants

He’s dead and gone

Like a stink body get’s hot

It’s ringing again

Get on the next train

Get on the next plane

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

The last undertaker

Takes what he wants