It's a weird job offer, no doubt, but I say that you'll do fine
Take this scythe and take the out-of-timers all out
Which, yes, means death, this long black robe and skull-for-head
Means the job for which you're hired is not some cosplay gig for some trite display

Reap it up and go on, the end of life is something that can't stop
Whether family or strangers, get it done, get it done
Reap it up and go on, yeah, you will get used to popping people's clogs
No choice in this undertaking, get it done, reap it up

Have no fear, zero chance that you're gonna make a mistake and knock off the wrong one
That's a smart scythe you grip, won't axe someone who's not on the list, no
The flip of this is that you can't kill any prick
Who may try to mock your grind, took me a while to live with that, I relate

Reap it up and go on, may start out as a freaky kind of job
To stab a whole bunch of strangers, get it done, get it done
Reap it up and go on, yeah, once you're desensitised, it's such a slog
Hence my quitting, bored of slaying, get it done, reap it up

Yeah, get it done, I can't because I'm done
Done my time, I must go

Reap it up and go on, won't be as grisly as you might have thought
No hacking heads off of strangers, get it done, get it done
Reap it up and go on, yeah, mostly a "come to terms with death" type job
Stab's mostly for show, no waiting, just get it done, reap it up

Get it done, get it done, reap it up, reap it up
Ah-ah-ah-ha-ha-ah-ha-ha-ah-ha-ah-ah, this is no joke, mmm-mmm-hmm-mmm