| How far I remember the day I lost my wife
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| I thought that losing her was the end of my life
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| But I held on and thought there was something better
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| Than sinking like a stone, so I became a gravedigger
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| Staying home, living alone, dropping tears on my own
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| I do have never known where these voices came from
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| As sweet as the morn, they were just saying
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| «Son hey, there’s work to be done among coffins and bones»
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| Then all over the years, buried pounds of corpses
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| Saw gallons of tears and drank thousands of beers
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| I buried some lawyers, I buried some junkies
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| I buried some preachers, I buried some bitches
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| I buried my mother, I buried my sister
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| I buried some miners, I buried gravediggers
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| Old enough to give in, I am digging your vault
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| And in the state I’m in, you may think it’s not yours
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| Digging deeper and deeper as you’re getting ever colder
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| Anyhow you can rave, I won’t fall in the grave
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| For the rest of my years, I’ll bury pounds of corpses
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| See gallons of tears and drinks thousands of beers
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| I’ll bury you lawyers, I’ll bury you junkies
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| I’ll bury you preachers, I’ll bury you bitches
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| I’ll bury your Queen, I’ll bury you mother
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| I’ll bury your King, oh, I’ll bury you brother
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| Yes, I’ll bury you dreamers and bury your teachers
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| And bury you friend and I’ll bury
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| Yes, I’ll bury you heroes and bury your singers
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| And bury you kinds and I’ll bury gravediggers |