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