02 In A Wooden Box

I'm done carving names on tombstones
I wanna be burying bodies
I've had my sanity tested
But my psychiatrist's been found dead
Some people may call me morbid
My curiosity's just misplaced
A low tolerance for mundane people
That's why I work in the grave trade

You'll only be leaving this town in a wooden box

Dropped out of school because the graveyard called me
Started working for ah honest wage
But at night i'd go in search of people
To put into an early grave
I saw you walking through the park at midnight
Recognised you as a girl from school
You used to look at me with contempt
Now you're begging me to spare you life

You'll only be leaving this town in a wooden box
You'll only be leaving this town in a wooden box
You'll only be leaving this town in a wooden box