The large hippopotamus is sitting on my chest
And I am heaving and heaving and heaving
But my lungs are being crushed by this beast
And soon I will no longer be breathing
As I wander around he sits on my chest
Laughing merrily as I struggle about
I can no longer move, I am being crushed
I cannot speak, I cannot shout
My rotting corps sinks into the ground
The hippopotamus is hysterically laughing
As he sits on his high throne joyfully
The world continues me passing
