| Hey old man, when I’m going six feet down
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| You gotta make that promise to me,
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| A stained glass cross lay behind my head
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| When taken by the undertaker, no questions anymore
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| It’s higher then the black sky, it’s lower than the floor
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| Hey old man, when I’m going six feet down
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| You gotta make that promise to me,
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| A stained glass cross lay behind my head
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| I was just a young boy, my father sounded crazy
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| My death he couldn’t bear to see, either joking, sleeping, or lazy
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| Hey old man, when I’m going six feet down
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| You gotta make that promise to me,
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| A stained glass cross lay behind my head |