Nothingful FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS lyrics

Just throw a sheet over me
they've already seen everything
But that don't mean one goddamn thing
I won't be comin' back so let the dead ringers ring

We all got some wisdom from our allegories
so live out the wisdom by dressin' sexy at my ceremony
Yes yes, 'wink at the minister
blow kisses to my grieving brothers'
And smile at all the others

Let the kids bring whatever they want to bring
Let's face it, we're all peasants, there is no king
But that don't mean one goddamned thing
so rejoice, and sing


Dying so many times, maybe dying once would be nice
Dying with some dignity buried in the ground or at least packed with ice
Did you hear about the pigeons who explode when ya feed 'em rice
At my last dance, I want a ball, some lovely gowns, and a feast
A suit and tie --I'm not the least of which I'm not the least of which-- A suit and tie. I'm not the least
And I just want my friends, faces-I-know faces-I-know, faces faces and I just want my friends I don't at all need at all a priest
I want flowers-on-the-men flowers-on-the-men flowers-on-the-men
I want rice on everything! rice on everything! rice on everything! rice on everything!
I want flowers-on-the-men flowers-on-the-men flowers-on-the-men
Flowers and a girl with a ring
Dance on my ashes and we'll see how the dead will sing!