It is my will that when I die
Don't bury me, don't bury me
You cut my [bad word] in alcohol
And call my wife and give it to her
And when she cry, let her cry
When she roll let her rock
And what the [bad word] she thinks she is
She [bad word] around with my GI [bad word] 
Another man will counsel her
Another man [bad word] her
Take my rifle and my bonnet
Call my son and give it to him
Let him defend or let him fight
For his country, for his people
It is my will...

Death dealer!, "No die, no rest.
Gentlemen, keep moving."