Six feet never felt so tall
Until you laid me down
In my dressing gown
Into an early grave
You make me fall
You pushed me in
Then shovelled in dirt
My congested heart
Can’t help but feel hurt

I’m almost as depressed
As a man named Kurt
And almost as repressed
Like a nerd called Burt

I lost my job
Lost my house
Only things I still got left
Are my two dogs
And my blouse
I feel as small
As a mouse
I’m a fool
And I’m a louse

It turns out
Romance is dread
Slow rising
Like baking bread
Zombie waifu
Living dead
Save me
Is what she said
She’s all covered in red
Blood stained gown
And now we’re wed

On the streets at night
She’ll give you a right fright
Taps you on your shoulder
And nibbles on your neck
Oh heck
I hold her tight
Keep her in my sight
Take her to a place
Where there is plenty of light
I kiss her on the cheek
This is the best part of my week
We go on home to the graveyard
Lay back down in the ground
And we slip back into our eternal sleep