I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time [bad word] when these numbers have all ended
And all I've ever seen will be forgotten

Won't [bad word] 
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground

When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under
Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me
Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders
I hope they won't be too quick to [bad word] me

Won't [bad word] 
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground

If I should die before I wake up
I pray that the lord my soul will take but
My body, my body - that's your job

Well I can't be sure where I'm headed after death
To heaven, [bad word]  or beyond to that great vast
But if I can I would like to meet my maker
There's one or two things I'd sure like to ask

Won't [bad word] 
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground