He's got a pleasure in his life that's a real chill
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I think it's funny but the people say he's ill
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He likes to keep what's transient, save it from decay
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That's what you've got to know if you should pass his way
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He's not a killer,but death is his dearest friend
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It is for everyone beginning and the end
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And on the graveyard, where there's rich and poor the same
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He's digging in the ground to set them free again
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They've been part of the universe
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And they are unique on this earth
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And when you dies he's at your door
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I tell you what he's waiting for
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He's gonna get you when you are dead
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He's gonna cut your skull free when you're dead
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He's gonna get you when you are dead
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You're gonna be the next one when you're dead
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It's a passion with him to free them from their flesh
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All night he's in the cellar rigging up remains
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And then he's got them all together one by one
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A real collector of the dead, a lucky man
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Just give a damn for reverence
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He's nuts and doesn't need no sense
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And when you die he's at your door
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I tell you what he's waiting for
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[Repeat 2nd verse]
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DEAD! DEAD.
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"won't you give me your mother?
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Gonna rip her with real care
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This femoral's real fine
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Don't you shiver in your spine?"
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When You Are Dead
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Rage |