People of the world who died in vain
Paupers and those with fortune
Cremated buried sold to science
Dying naturally and from violence
Those of us on earth who still remain
Wondering will we win the game
Cemetery filled with souls,
Are they good, well no one knows
Cemetery Cemetery
When I die will I be buried
Mausoleums inlaid with gold
Holding bodies young and old
Six feet down with dirt as covers
Above the ground the spirit hovers
Passing mourners dressed in black
The end of life, no turning back
Cemetery filled with souls,
Are they good, well no one knows
Cemetery Cemetery
When I die will I be buried
Praises withheld from the living
Until memorial time is given
The rows of headstones blind my eyes
I think of me future demise
Put your flowers on my grave
Its your own spirit you must save
Cemetary filled with soals,
Are they good, well no one knows
Cemetary Cemetary
When I die will I be buried
Cemetary filled with soals,
Are they good, well no one knows
Cemetary Cemetary
When I die will I be buried
Cemetary filled with soals,
Are they good, well no one knows
Cemetery Cemetery
When I die will I be buried