Brad The Bag Boy

Fuck

I got a friend, make a corpse look better than you
He's got a nose like a vacuum

Fucked up my job at the post office
So I got this gig bagging bodies
I'm not exactly a fucking people person
I'll tell you this: it's still life at its best
Golden fucking silence
Sure is heavy lifting but I sleep like a baby

There's nothing like other people's suffering
No one escapes the toe tag and slab
Least of all me, when it's my time I'll smile and die
Content that some poor dick's gonna have to scrape me up and clean my shit
Oh fuck

Eyes roll into the back of my head and I'm gone
Been coming here to kill myself for years
You loom over me like a midnight motherfucker while I sleep