I read loud the obituary as we buried you deep in the heart of the ground. It tells a tale of the iron in your blood, and how you never ever ever burned out. All your hard work, and your bullet proof skin, and as the words came spilling out, I was taken back to the past. Like the smell of the fresh cut grass, when it hits you like a memory or an empty whisky glass. You were the change we thought would come a change that we hoped would last, a decisive vindication a return to bones from dust

To my surprise I woke up dead, dead, dead behind the eyes, and I swear I saw your ghost, I swear I saw your ghost

Look back 1929, the banner that we bare carved from the blunt side of a knife. I speak of thunder, and spit through crooked tongues, the cry comes down the wind as our feet keep marching on and on

To my surprise I woke up dead dead dead behind the eyes, and I swear I saw your ghost, I swear I saw your ghost

These ideas they speak to me as we circle around the drain, to preserve this. An understanding, and a reprimanding choice of rope or chain, that's where you'll find me. And to my surprise I woke up dead, dead, dead

You are dead, dead, dead, but you will never be dead to me