Look for
the Union Label
When you are burying
Your late Uncle Rob
If we can’t suck more
Blood out of corpses
We’ll wreck his funeral
By raising
A mob
No we don’t work hard
But we’re complaining
There’s no restraining
Our will to
Do wrong
So always look for
the Union Label
And that’s the end
of our song
That’s pretty good, did you just make that up?