Verse 1:
Walking through the graveyard, under pale moonlight (moonlight),
Checking out the coffins, oh what a spooky sight (spooky sight),
From mahogany to pine, they're all neatly lined (neatly lined),
Each with a story, of the dearly resigned (resigned).
Chorus:
Coffin crazy (crazy), in the dead of night (of night),
Laughing at the irony, it feels so right (so right),
Six feet under, where the worms do creep (do creep),
A box of comfort, for eternal sleep (eternal sleep).
Verse 2:
There's Grandpa Joe in his satin-lined box (lined box),
With a smile on his face and mismatched socks (socks),
Aunt Sally's resting in her coffin so grand (so grand),
She loved the limelight, even under the sand (the sand).
Bridge:
They're stacking coffins (coffins), like a macabre game (game),
In life, they were different, now they're all the same (the same),
Polished and varnished, some even with flair (with flair),
It's the final statement, for those who no longer care (no care).
Chorus:
Coffin crazy (crazy), in the dead of night (of night),
Laughing at the irony, it feels so right (so right),
Six feet under, where the worms do creep (do creep),
A box of comfort, for eternal sleep (eternal sleep).
Outro:
So when my time comes, and I take my last breath (last breath),
Just give me a coffin, for my eternal rest (rest),
Make it quirky, make it fun, with a twist of delight (delight),
And I'll go down laughing, into the night (the night).