They told me death is not the end They warned that god is not my friend My prayerbook's words will i amend These dear misdeeds did i intend And, o, underneath these clothes All i am is bones, just bones in graves And, o, nobody can know If i have a soul or if i'm saved How can i doubt the pains of hell My father's grave serves my memory well I tore his insides out of his shell It's not a sin if he can't tell And, o, underneath these clothes All i am is bones, just bones in graves And, o, nobody can know If i have a soul or if i'm saved