Lyrics

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