Those Poor Bastards
Move On Maggot
One, two, three, four
Move on, move on, move on maggot
Move on, move on, move on maggot
Keep on walking, nothing here to see
Nothing here to see but me
My heart is hanging down
Heart is hanging down
Hanging down to my knee
Everybody lives, everybody lives
Everybody lives for money
When I send 'em to their graves
Jesus thinks it's funny
Move on, move on, move on maggot
Move on, move on, move on maggot
Move on
Maggot, maggot
Hey pretty gal, pretty pretty gal
Won’t you be my darlin'?
Carve the flesh off these bones
Look at me I'm starving
Move on, move on, move on maggot
Move on, move on, move on maggot
Move on
Maggot, maggot
Move on