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 encompa**ed 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 Help to carry Jacob Marley's chain...