Beck — One Foot In The Grave

[Verse] There's s dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long cos the troubles in my head Gonna be living one foot in the grave Well, i was sitting at home cooking up a steak Satan came down dressed like a snake Well, he called my name as i turned up the flames And then i realized i was out of mayonnaise Well, you been living one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwing no coupons on my grave Don't go carving no happy face on my tombstone