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Pretty soon, it will be your judgement day Pretty soon, you will be in decay Pretty soon, on a marble slab you'll lie Hope someone's 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 someone's 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 someone's with you when you die Pretty soon From Letras Mania