Welcome to the land of dead truckers...
Where they buried their mothers
And found that the world could never forget
That god awful bet
Against the blue sky
That let another one die.

Welcome to the land of dead truckers…
The sheets are filled with coffers
Of the dead men that rest
Underneath death’s chest
With a look of fright
Lasting since their death night.

Welcome to the land of dead truckers…
Where they cooked their lovers
In a big boiling brew
They call the Lover’s Stew
That fills their bowls
With hearts dark as coals.

Welcome to the land of dead truckers
I hope you don’t find another
For in the darkest hour
In this horrible flower
All thoughts of love
Will not come from above.

Welcome to the land of…dead truckers…
Where the air is stricken and flutters
To the end of its days.
There are no ways
To which you can find the path
To stop their evil wrath.

Welcome, at last, to the land of Dead Truckers
This, my friend, ends with troubling hours
As you work your way through
To the end of your pew
And feel the cold hands of fate
Tighten round your throat, and wait.