Death walked beside me,
the grime reaper trying to divide me.
Seperate my heart and soul,
take my body from this hole.
Buried here on this cold planet,
some humans hearts stone granite.
Don't look them in their eyes,
stay away from to many McDonalds fries.
So many ways that will kill you,
mortuary will try to bill you.
Charge you for a box decorated
cost to much,
over estimated.

On the phone calling for policies,
insurance plans against tragedies.
Praying to our God pleading,
soul protection I be needing.
Our Father which art in heaven,
can I get protection from 11 too eleven.
Rest of the time I'll be home,
safely tucked away in my room.
Can you help me Father,
I don't mean to be a bother.

I need insurance,
to highlight my strong endurance,
coverage from the evil one,
oh so powerful devil one.
We're never out of the woods,
we need protection for our goods.
Coverage for our shell,
protection from this hell.

G