The Undertaker

The undertaker is a busy man For he and death go hand in hand He works all day and digs all night He loves the dead, they are his life No mortal can escape his plan He sifts us all as grains of sand And then one day he too shall pass And as he's dying, death will laugh The undertaker knows no shame He's come to stake his claim Rich or poor, large or small The undertaker takes them all Undertaker Bring out your dead The undertaker (I'm the undertaker) The undertaker is dressed in black To hide in shadows between the cracks He's no remorse, just sympathy For all to see or so it seems His work is never done Clients many, friends not one But in the end we understand The undertaken is a busy man The undertaker knows no shame To him we're all fair game Rich or poor, large or small The undertaker takes them all Undertaker Bring out your dead He is the undertaker (Undertaker) The undertaker knows no shame To him we'll offer game The undertaker holds no blame Rich or poor, large or small The undertaker takes them all Undertaker Bring out your dead Undertaker Bring out your dead The undertaker