Rotting Away

To say that I hate you, that would be too fucking nice

I'd pray to God up in heaven if he'd take your life

I've been waiting, I've been counting the days

Until the hearse arrives to drive you away

I can't wait 'til you're in your grave

And you're cold and rotting

I can't wait 'til you're in your grave

And you're cold and rotting away

You in a casket, that sounds fantastic to me

No longer breathing, this is the way it should be

Yeah, it should be

I've been waiting, I've been counting the days

Until the hearse arrives to drive you away

I can't wait 'til you're in your grave

And you're cold and rotting

I can't wait 'til you're in your grave

And you're cold and rotting away

I've been waiting, I've been counting the days

Until the hearse arrives to drive you away, whoa

I can't wait 'til you're in your grave

And you're cold and rotting

I can't wait 'til you're in your grave

And you're cold and rotting away

Rotting away

Rotting away