Standing outside of St. Marks Church
There's a line
Waiting as they carried me
On the line
I stood there in a daze.
I heard all the things that they'd say
And the words that they spoke
Gave me an awful fright
"He looked so natural tonight.
He had his hair all combed just right."
A more natural pose
I couldn't bear to see
And I hope that these people
Never visit me
It's my time to go
I just want the wind to blow
My ashes until they're completely out of sight
And they won't say that
"He looked so natural tonight.
He had his hair all combed just right."
It's my time to go
I just want the wind to blow
My ashes until they're completely out of sight
My ashes until they're completely out of sight
My ashes until they're completely out of sight