Well that pine cone coffin won't fit the hole in the ground

They're whistling the requiem 'cause the organ wouldn't sound

The priest, drunk and high, wags his finger at the sky says

"If I believed in heaven, I would never wanna die"

Oh the clouds they think they're funny, the wind tells them why they're not

The river had something on her tongue, but forgot just what it was

Below the surface the ocean's blooming, but these are flowers for the damned

For those of us who already died and for those of you who still can

Well the rain is playing a melody, you can hear it chiming on the lake

There's a rhythm rising from the ground as the earth begins to quake

A crescent moon cuts up the night and signs the time has come to go

To get up off your feet and leave this pantomime show