There’s a hole being dug with your name on it
So mind yourself that your not piling shame on it
There’s a meadow waiting for your remains
Where you’ll finally break free from these chains
 
There’s a slab lying cold with your name on it
So fly away, go to Hell or remain on it
There’s a train coming round the next bend
Hauling you from a life you can’t amend
 
There’s a box being built with your name on it
So take care the devil don’t make a claim on it
There’s six men gonna carry you away
You’ll see them all on that last judgment day
 
There’s a stone being carved with your name on it
The life you lead will decide what they say on it
There’s a preacher pointing you toward the sky
Six feet of dirt makes it mighty hard to fly
 
There’s a hearse rolling round with your name on it
It’s too late in the game to lay blame on it
The flesh is colder than the earth, the sky is gray
Hell raisers and the meek both greet this day
 
There’s a Bible in your grip with your name on it
Now it’s closed and too late to proclaim on it
It looks fine gently resting in your hand
We all fall short and hope that God will understand
 
There’s a flower pushing up with your name on it
And the sky will open up and drop the rain on it
Rest easy knowing that it’s someone else’s turn
Your mind is free and there’s nothing left to earn
 
There’s a home up above with your name on it
So you better praise the Lord and exclaim on it
Don’t evict your soul through sin, despair and doom
Make it a temple for all time and not a tomb