Coffin Seller
Making a killing
On all those that are living
Getting paid
For everybody that's laid
In the ground
Were none of their remains could be found
Sold a coffin to a man
He said I have no dead but I have a doomed man
The coffin seller wondered what he meant
And what was his intent
But putting this aside
He continued his business just like tide
Then one night his was killed
There was no blood spilled
And got paid
So he himself could be laid