Coffin Polished Chrome

Yeah... They said you can’t take it with you — I said, “Watch me.”

I got six feet reserved with a mirrored grin, Ridin’ low, drippin’ sin. Every debt I owed, I paid in smoke, Now I shine like the lies I spoke.

Graveyard black with a silver tone, Lay me down in polished chrome.

Coffin polished chrome, Sleek like a Cadillac soul. Gleam in the night, Where the good boys don’t go. Coffin polished chrome, Death’s got taste tonight — Ride me slow through the neon light.

Ain’t no wood that fits my pride, I want shine when I take that ride. Devil grinned, said, “You got nerve.” I said, “Hell, I got curves.”

Dig me deep, but make it clean, I want that shine to stay obscene.

Coffin polished chrome, Built for sin and style. Bury me smooth, Make ‘em stare a while. Coffin polished chrome, Satin suit, last drive — Hell looks better when you arrive.

I don’t pray, I don’t confess, Just buff my guilt and wear the best. Every scar’s a diamond line, Ain’t no dirt dullin’ mine.

Coffin polished chrome, Gloss on the grave. Even death gon’ tip his hat — To a man that brave. Coffin polished chrome, Yeah, that’s my throne — Shine me up, I’m goin’ home.

Yeah... Even my tomb got style.

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