Funeral life is one i lead,
burrying the dead, the blood i bleed.
carrying the souls across the line,
life becomes death, in good will and time.
the rich, the poor, the brokenhearted,
there's no stopping the pain that's started.
one step too close, you may fall in,
the saints the sinners, it will begin.
the rath, the thunder, no stopping it now,
you looked too long, now take your bow.
take that step, and we'll see,
just how close you'll get to me.
