By Citranomicon
The ceremony is over, the casket lowered down.
Time to steal the body, and get it out of town.
We've waited forever, seems he'd never die.
We don't mean disrespect, we just want to get high!
Prepare the sacred bong, and fill it with cheap wine.
Bless the saltine crackers on which we'll dine.
Put on Santana and drain the corpse of fluid.
This is pure insanity, I feel just like a druid!
Grind the bone to powder, and cut up a line.
Soak the dead flesh with malt liquor brine.
Load the sacred bowl, the flesh must burn slow.
Await the ultimate high, something only Keith would know!
Let's smoke Keith Richards! It's a buzz worth time in jail.
Let's smoke Keith Richards, a high that just can't fail!
Man I'm feeling sick, this buzz is getting lame.
My skin is looking pale, there's numbing in my brain.
I can't remember who I am, I think I'm Axl Rose.
I think I'm the first to Keith Richards Overdose!
Let's smoke Keith Richards! It's a buzz worth time in jail.
Let's smoke Keith Richards, a high that just can't fail!
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