Sixth Shot For The Mortician

Death, you sulking coward
I know you are near, please make yourself known
I realize, I cannot defeat you
For one brief moment, I will try
With in my hand, I hold 5
6th is for you, if I should die
Mortician, they say I’m friend
For the way I kill, the wounds do not show
The bullets tore, his heart asunder
As he fell, I shot again
With in my hand, I hold 5
6th is for you, if I should die
Now I lay me down to sleep
Around me my children weep