we celebrate the lives of the dead
it's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies
we gather 'round to pay our respects
while their souls are still searching for the light
searching for the light

so please don't come to me on my dying day
just let me go in peace
with all the things that i forgot to say
racing through my mind
and don't you bury me six feet under the ground
just burn my body in a box
and let my ashes blow with the wind
out into the night sky