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.