Lyrics:

Intoxicated male teens
You know what that means
The beautiful redhead here needs to be demeaned

You passed her around like the bottle of rum you were splitting
You, lecherous opportunist, imposed your will on a girl
And the horses tried to eat eachother that night

I'm gonna rent out your grave like a dancehall for weddings and anything else that's profitable

Yours is the only obituary I'll frame
And I hope you can hear my defeaning applause at your funeral
A standing ovation in my head

I'm gonna rent out your grave like a dancehall for weddings and anything else that's profitable

'Cause it's possible it'd be profitable