I sing a song to the dead
From my heart profoundly sad
Forlorn, I cling to everything that is them by betraying their peace
I keep d**h in asylum
Song for the dead! [X4]
I touch their eyes, harvest their ruin, and wrap it in mine to try to see them
I can't let them go, this day in decay, til d**h do us part - that's what they all say
Song for the dead! [X4]
I wear their clothes, so warm and tight
You think it's wrong? I know I'm right
Cause even their hair, so soft and fine, once straightened their skull, now looks good on mine
Oh... looks good on mine
Song for the dead! [X4]
All good things must come to an end, empty words when d**h is your friend
I'm living this endless, lucid dream, in the land of the dead and to liberty
Never buried, neither forgotten, I dance and laugh amongst the rotten
And when, my kingdom, meets its maker, what song will I sing at the Undertaker?