Move On Maggot - Those Poor Bastards

One, two, three, four

Move on, move on, move on maggot

Move on, move on, move on maggot

Keep on walking, nothing here to see

Nothing here to see but me

My heart is hanging down

Heart is hanging down

Hanging down to my knee

Everybody lives, everybody lives

Everybody lives for money

When I send 'em to their graves

Jesus thinks it’s funny

Move on, move on, move on maggot

Move on, move on, move on maggot

Move on

Maggot, maggot

Hey pretty gal, pretty pretty gal

Won’t you be my darlin'?

Carve the flesh off these bones

Look at me I’m starving

Move on, move on, move on maggot

Move on, move on, move on maggot

Move on

Maggot, maggot

Move on