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 pa**ing of light All I know, to the pa**ing 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