Undertaker

Whenever i am at the end of my rope. Thats when you take over and get to work. You will fill my body with embalming fluid. Cutting me open like there is nothing to ir. You get me clothed and get me Well groomed. Yo have me ready for my cement tomb. You check everything once and then do it twice. To try to make sure that my burial is nice. My family and friends will ser me there. The way that i look they really do care. They are seeing me off for the very last time. I assure you that i must look fine. I thank you undertaker for doing your best. Now maybe my soul can sit at rest. Yes i am ready for my last goodbye. As i head for the home way Up in the sky.