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 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