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 yesteryears
that comprise Jacob Marley's chain.
Well, I had a little metaphor to state my case
it encompassed the condition of the human race
but 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