I was contemplating this mortal coil Looking for some peace in a world in turmoil Tryin’ to find pleasure in a life of toil Before I’m pushin up daisies from the graveyard soil When the reaper comes to take my soul Tell that undertaker to start diggin’ that hole Where I go next surely I don’t know But I won’t need this body no more (grab a fist full of flowers from the graveyard dirt) Well my first sight of death was when Grandpa passed and we all felt the loss of the glow that he cast We’d honor his memory doin’ like he asked We’d carry him with us cause the memories last Yeah I carry him with me cause the memories last When they first cross over, boy, you feel that pain Like there’s nothing you can do to get out of the rain And you’re never gonna see their face again The body’s long gone but the memory remains Yeah the soul crossed over but the memories remain When the reaper comes to take my soul Tell that undertaker to start diggin’ that hole Where I go next surely I don’t know But I won’t need this body no more You use your advantage to secure your place and do whatever it takes to get ahead in the race no matter how much money and power you chase whatever you amass will be erased No matter how many problems you avert not a one of us escapes this world unhurt whatever it is you think your worth We all end up in a box in the dirt Did you contemplate this mortal coil did you face the end with mind in turmoil did you waste your life in the endless toil just to end up pushin’ daisies in the graveyard soil And when the reaper comes to take your soul ain’t nothin’ you can do except pay that toll your money and power don’t mean nothin’ no more when your lying at the bottom of a 6-foot hole Grab a fist full of flowers and some graveyard dirt When I’m long gone there will come a day When ain’t nobody left to remember my name All of y’all gonna be the same Ain’t none of us achieving everlasting fame So listen to me now, don’t you hesitate Rid your soul of any lingering hate Embrace this moment before it’s to late Cause ain’t nothin guaranteed except our final fate So when our bodies giving out and we’re ready to go And the time it comes to pay the ferryman’s toll Where ever he’s takin’ us all we know We can’t take nothin’ with us but our soul When the time comes to pay that toll Tell that undertaker start diggin them holes Up above or on down below Can’t take nothin’ with us but our soul Ready or not, boy, here we go So when the reaper comes to take our soul Tell the undertaker start diggin them holes Up above or on down below Can’t take nothin’ with us but our soul Ready or not, boy, here we go