Wake up! Get on up boy! Fetch the axe It's time we chopped that tree down And count it's rings to see how far we've come I'm the last nail in your coffin, the thorn in your side We're setting fire to your casket when your back is turned There's gonna be a cremation tonight, and the victim is alive. Easy come, easy goYou are a dead ringer Climb your way out of this grave. Do what I say boy Or I'll end you this way. Fetch the axe! Claw at your casket! You'll bore yourself to death! Ahh ha ha ha ha haa Turn and burn