Lyrics:

Whoa, look here
Let's find out what happened
It seems so real
Cyrus Jones, 1810 to 1913
He made his great-grandchildren believe
He could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever
When you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain?
Gravedigger
Muriel Stonewall, 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now you should never have to watch
As your only children lowered in the ground
I mean, never have to bury your own babies
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain?
Gravedigger
Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain?
Gravedigger
Little Mikey Carson, 67 to 75
He rode his bike like the devil
Until the day he died
When he grows up, he wants to be
Mister Vertigo on the flying trapeze
1940 to 1992
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain?
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain, I can feel the rain, I can feel the rain?
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain?
Gravedigger
Gravedigger