Sing to the coffin, that awaits you
Sing to the coffin, in your mind
Sing to praise yourself
Sing to praise yourself
Sing to the coffin, that awaits you
Sing to the coffin, in your mind
Sing to praise yourself
Sing to praise yourself
Sing to the coffin, cold and white
Hiding in the dark, cold and white
Waiting 'til your gold gains value
Wait until your gold gains value
Sing to the coffin, in your mouth
Sing to the coffin, in your throat
Sing to praise yourself
Sing to praise yourself
Play a song on a dead man's guitar
I sing with you, to a dead man's mind
I saw the passing of light
All I know, to the passing of light
Sing to the coffin, that awaits me
Sing to the coffin, I hold in my mind
Sing to praise myself
Sing to praise myself