I watch onto a big parade
The marching band swing and sways
and as I crouch in a float below
I hear the whistles ring with blow
I’ve always known this day would come
T’was so excited
but now am numb
I now want to fade away
but why do I feel this way
I get to walk the golden ground
but it feels gray as we turn the round

Life was well, momentary
but it sure does beat the cemetery
I feel the gold turn to black
and in a moment I am back

Back in the white covered bed
back from the gravely golden
coffin bed
I am now so excited
that me and life are reunited
but as I look all around
I realize what a terrible sound
you make when you are
alive and 10 feet underground