SUMMER IN THE CRYPT
"It's summer in the crypt, beneath the trees,
The air is choked with sadness and disease.
while others run on beaches,
I gnaw on rancid peaches.
And hammer 3 inches spikes into my knees.
Have a good one, everyone!
1, 2, 3,4 Summer in the Crypt,
All filled with dread.
I'd kill myself but I'm already dead!"