Curtis Eller - The Joyful Dead Lyrics

In rich earthy soil infested with snails
I wish to dig my own grave
Where I can at leisure, stretch out my old bones
And sleep like a shark in the waves

For I have a hatred for testaments and tombs
And rather than implore the world's sorrow
I'd sooner, while living, invite down the crows
To drain all my blood and my marrow
I'd sooner, while living, invite down the crows
To drain all my blood and my marrow

Oh Worms! Black comrades, deaf and blind
Take this dead body sinking down, joyful and free
I leave this body to you... wanton philosophers
You, wanton philosophers
You children of rotting soil

So dig through my ruin without remorse
Learn what tortures may still haunt the bed
Of this old soulless body, dead among dead
Dead among dead
This old soulless body, dead among dead
Dead among dead