Six feet tall old lawyer
Six feet under a tree
“Time to dig up”
Roy with a joyful big smile
Bouncing all his way to Lara
The prostitute always down the road
Out to look for wealthy clients
Out now of this thrilling world
Jamie and his smoking
Christine not holding the wheel
Roy is looking after all
And smiling he come back home
Singing on a funky song
Taking care of Dan along
He was working as a cop
And died of his own shot
Roy and his shovel dig in the ground
The graves are calling with no sound
Garlands are falling , mourn’s in the air
Roy’s epitaph is carved in the stone
“Death and her friends has been my life
My guiding light”