As he stood there trembling and turning pale
He said each day’s harder to get on the scale
Sort of like Jacob Marley’s chain
But it’s not like life’s such a vale of tears
It’s just full of thoughts that act as souvenirs
For those tiny blunders made in yesteryear
That comprise Jacob Marley’s chain
Well, I had a little metaphor to state my case
It encompassed the condition of the human race
Nut to my dismay, it left without a trace
Except for the sound of Jacob Marley’s chain
Now there is no story left to tell
So I think I’d rather just go on to hell
Where there’s a snowball’s chance that the personnel
Might help to carry Jacob Marley’s chain
Help to carry Jacob Marley’s chain…
