Well, today a friend told me this sorry tale 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 veil 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 for me 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.