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