The maggots feed they feed on him 
Well some they laugh and some give in 
You cannot breathe the putrid air 
The [bad word] s dead and no one cares 
There are no relatives or friends 
The sad condolences descend 
The pauper’s grave is all that’s left 
No one to pay their last repects 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty and so poor 
Your life was right your life was wrong 
The virtues and the vice all gone 
His mother’s heart would surely wrench 
To see the poverty and stench 
social worker does discard 
box of letters and postcards 
The only records of a life 
That now has passed into the light 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty and so poor 
Do you ever wonder that you’d be 
Left all alone and lonely 
The same as him on Judgement Day 
Left all alone to fade away 
Because you lack the social skills 
And then grow old and then grow ill 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty and so poor 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty and so poor 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty and so poor 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty and so poor 
To die in filth in filth obscure 
To die so dirty dirty dirty 
dirty dirty dirty dirty and so poor