Death don’t need a reason,
to come and take you, child, away
Loss always in season
doesn’t take a holiday
It 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
a hallowed day
no holiday
So pack your alligator
you may be the first to go
Just what you’re worth
only the undertaker knows
a holiday
a hollow day
a hallowed day
no holiday
