Dead Is Dead

We passed the fields of gazing grain

We passed the setting Sun

As the beat of the drums calls for my life

I lean my head to the ground

There is no inn on the path to the sound

So where shall I sleep tonight?

I walk to the place where the blue shadows creep

And winds of the desert weep

You think that you’re in control

That you can cheat death that you’re in control

The time we get here is a blink of an eye

Just a tear drop in the sea

A billion dots in the universe

A split second in history

And the coming of death is a fearful blow

The cold and the moony smile

The secret things of the grave are lost

The black mother doesn’t care about you

We’re here just for a little while

Before we’re all dirt in the ground

So let’s try to make the best of it

Let’s make the most of it

We’re here just for a little while

Before we’re all dirt in the ground

So let’s try to make the best of it

Let’s make the most of it

We’re all the same

When where down in the ground

We’re all the same

When we morph into soil

We’re all the same

When where down in the ground

We’re all the same when we morph into soil

Do you really want to throw the first stones?

Do you really want to throw the first stones?

And be remembered for when you are gone

Now we’ve given up the ghost

Now it’s time to bite the dust

And if you come to my funeral, don't bring a thing

Just sit back and listen, to when the fat lady sings