Poor Manny Blake
He was hanged by mistake
Took the blame for the kills
Now he’s gone, here he lies
No one laughs, no one cries

Look at the atheist
All dressed up in his tomb
No place to go
Dust of his flesh and bones
Swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

We know
Just make yourself at home
We know
Come and play with us Danny-boy
For always

Push up the daisies
Wasted away
Come join the angels
On judgement day
We kick the bucket
Turn up our toes
And meet the Maker
Cos heaven knows

Hangman named Bob
Killed on the job
Fell off the gallows
Now he’s gone, where he fares
No one knows, no one cares

Stop, friend as you pass by
For as you are now
So once was I
Dust of my flesh and bones
All swept away by the Great Housekeeper