Pretty soon, it will be you judgement day 
Pretty soon, you will be in decay 
Pretty soon, on a marble slab you'll lie 
Hope some-ones with you when you die 

Pretty soon, you body will be in pain 
Every muscle and sinew will burn like a flame 
Hope some-ones with you when you die 

Pretty soon, maggots eat your flesh 
Pretty soon, old and rotting where once you were fresh 
Pretty soon, your flesh putrefies 
Just hope some-ones with you when you die 

Pretty soon