I got a six foot hole that I call home
I got four dirt walls all to my own
I got a big old rock right on top of me
Bares my name for all to see
And when a people come walking they don't stop long
They just whisper softly and keep moving on
"Here lies a good man" or "Best off dead!"
I can hear their voices inside my head
'Cause I'm gonna live to die again
When the sun gets low and the air is still
The cold creeps in until my bones are chilled
All my friends and I just lie in wait
But they'll come a day we can make our break
And up we'll rise from this here ground
Because you can't keep a good man down
And I'm gonna live to die again
So when you're out in the darkness away from the light
I'm gonna track you down in the dead of night
Make you howl at the moon and scream at the stars
Until the sun comes up and we must part
And back to the dirt and my pine box bed
I'll close my eyes and lay down my head
Until I live to die again