Lord, I hear that howling wind
Just a'whipping through the trees
There's a cold chill coming from beyond the grave
and I know it's a'comin' for me

How kindly I was to my brothers
and sisters in this town
Who barely knew me, til eventually
I'd bury 'em in the ground

I take your loved ones from the morgue
Now they're my loved ones, too!
I cut em open with a big ol' knife
and pump 'em full of goo

OOooOO
mmMMM
Who's gonna dig my grave?

I loved a woman cold as ice
And rigid as a walkin' cane
I'd take her dancing in the night
Underneath the promenade

And I had a best friend long ago
Stayed dressed to the nines.
He's even in his coat and tails
In that box of pine

At night they call my name from down
in the cold cold ground where they lay
But tonight I'm dyin' and I'll be reunited
With my friends I left in the grave.

OOooo
MMMmm
Who's gonna dig my grave?

Now the lights are going out
And I hear the hounds of hell
My soul with burn for the things i done
and my body will rot and swell.

My eyeballs will be eaten up
By worms inside my tomb
All alone, I'll decompose
Into a stinking ooze

I reckon I'm lucky to rot like this
I reckon it's a mighty good end
I'd hate to have done to me
What I done to my friends

OOoooOO
MMmmmMM
Who's gonna dig my grave?