Текст песни Rotting Away

To say that I hate you, that would be too fucking nice I'd pray to God up in heaven if he'd take your life I've been waiting, I've been counting the days Until the hearse arrives to drive you away I can't wait till you're in your grave And you're cold and rotting I can't wait till you're in your grave And you're cold and rotting away You in a casket, that sounds fantastic to me No longer breathing, this is the way it should be Yeah, it should be I've been waiting, I've been counting the days Until the hearse arrives to drive you away I can't wait till you're in your grave And you're cold and rotting I can't wait till you're in your grave And you're cold and rotting away I've been waiting, I've been counting the days Until the hearse arrives to drive you away I can't wait till you're in your grave And you're cold and rotting I can't wait till you're in your grave And you're cold and rotting away Rotting away Rotting away