I just went to a funeral
I just said my goodbyes
I just felt the cold hand of death
Pass before my eyes
I wish I could talk to you
I wonder what you would say
"Hey! (Hey!) Hey, I'm dead"
"Hey! (Hey!) Hey, I'm dead, man"
"Hey! (Hey!) Hey, I'm dead"
"Hey! (Hey!) Hey, I'm really dead"
(He's dead)
(He's dead)
(He is dead)
(He's dead)
(He's dead) (he's dead) (he's dead) (he's dead)
(He's dead now)
(Oh, he's dead)
I'm in the oxygen you breathe
And I'm in the cayenne on your sleeve
I'm on the outside and the inside at the same time
I'm in the sunshine on your face
I'm in a very funky place
I'm in a dead dog's brain
Rottin' on the highway line
I'm in the fire and the fight
And I'm in the cigarette you light
I'm in the good, the bad, the ugly, and the bright
I'm in the basket and the ball
And I'm in the caller and the call
I'm in love, and I'm in your brain tonight
Ooh-ooh-ooh
But what worries us is that, when we're dead
There could be nothing at all for ever
As if that were something to worry about
Before you were born there was this same nothing at all for ever, and yet you happened
And if you happened once, you could happen again
I'm waitin' on a train
I'm waitin' on a train
I'm waitin' on a train to carry me home
And when I get there
You'll be waiting
With a couple cold beers and a deck of cards, whoo!
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
