Death don't need a reason to come and take you, child, away

No, death don't need a reason to come and take you, child, away

Loss always in season - it doesn't take a holiday



It leaves you in your mourning long about an evening frost

Leaves you in your mourning long about an evening frost

Look away from living and suddenly you find it's lost



A holiday

A hollow day

Hallowed day - No holiday



So, pack your alligator - you may the first to go

Pack your alligator, you may be the first to go

Just what you're worth - only the undertaker knows