The Undertaker (Live)

The undertaker is a busy man He and death go hand in hand He works all day and digs all night He loves the dead, they are his life No mortal can escape his plan He sifts us all as grains of sand And then one day he too shall pass And as he's dying, death will laugh Ooh The undertaker knows no shame Ooh He's come to stake his claim Ooh Rich or poor, large or small The undertaker takes them all Undertaker Bring out your dead The undertaker (I'm the undertaker) The undertaker is dressed in black To hide in shadows between the cracks He's no remorse, just sympathy For all to see or so it seems His work is never done Clients many, friends not one But in the end we understand The undertaker is a busy man Ooh The undertaker knows no shame Ooh To him we're all fair game Ooh Rich or poor, large or small The undertaker takes them all Undertaker Bring out your dead The undertaker (Undertaker) Ooh The undertaker knows no shame Ooh To him we're all fair game Ooh The undertaker holds no blame Ooh Rich or poor, large or small The undertaker takes them all Undertaker Bring out your dead The undertaker Bring out your dead The undertaker