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Wolf Hoffmann
Wolf Hoffmann
Songwriter
Mark Tornillo
Mark Tornillo
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The Undertaker is a busy man
For 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
[Verse 2]
The Undertaker knows no shame
He's come to stake his claim
Rich or poor, large or small
The Undertaker takes them all
[Chorus]
Undertaker
Bring out your dead
The Undertaker
(I'm the Undertaker)
[Verse 3]
The Undertaker is dressed in black
To hide in shadows, between the cracks
He has 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
[Verse 4]
The Undertaker knows no shame
To him, we're all fair game
[Verse 5]
Rich or poor, large or small
The Undertaker, takes them all
[Verse 6]
Undertaker
Bring out your dead
He is the Undertaker
(Undertaker)
[Verse 7]
The Undertaker knows no shame
To him, we're all fair game
The Undertaker, holds no blame
[Verse 8]
Rich or poor, large or small
The Undertaker, takes them all
[Verse 9]
Undertaker
Bring out your dead
Undertaker
Bring out your dead
The Undertaker
Written by: Mark Tornillo, Wolf Hoffmann
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