death moves on ... he,s there then he,s gone
he moves onto graveyards new
he,s the sleazy old pro on the lottery show
and the winner could be you
and the en chante charmer the bad trip on karma
the grin grinning jestering teeth
for to hades you,ll ride ... stingy tip set aside to the catacombes deep underneath
and eternal dark pews where ancients still muse and somehow remember the day
and the hop skip and jump of his flatulent rump ... as death came round to play
and the lying in fester .... come dodgy court jester .... the "chill de noi here-ever-after"
pray mimic the fate of the dearly the late with well stiffled guffaws of laughter
as his hoochy hearse swerves seem to fray your fraught nerves ... a pill then a lager and fag
a knock on the door .... like that dark salemans chore  .....it,s that devils disciple in drag
cause death moves on .... he,s there then he,s gone
he moves onto graveyards new
he,s the sleazy old pro on the lottery show
and the winner could be you