He's got a pleasure in his life that's a real chill

I think it's funny but the people say he's ill

He likes to keep what's transient, save it from decay

That's what you've got to know if you should pass his way

He's not a killer,but death is his dearest friend

It is for everyone beginning and the end

And on the graveyard, where there's rich and poor the same

He's digging in the ground to set them free again

They've been part of the universe

And they are unique on this earth

And when you dies he's at your door

I tell you what he's waiting for



He's gonna get you when you are dead

He's gonna cut your skull free when you're dead

He's gonna get you when you are dead

You're gonna be the next one when you're dead



It's a passion with him to free them from their flesh

All night he's in the cellar rigging up remains

And then he's got them all together one by one

A real collector of the dead, a lucky man

Just give a damn for reverence

He's nuts and doesn't need no sense

And when you die he's at your door

I tell you what he's waiting for



[Repeat 2nd verse]



DEAD! DEAD.

"won't you give me your mother?

Gonna rip her with real care

This femoral's real fine

Don't you shiver in your spine?"