We’re here for the man

Lying beneath our feet

There’s something I’ve wondered

Can he for who we gathered

Still feel fear in the grounf

As he waits for angels to come

A-callin’

Break around the bend

Down in the saddles

Below us with the rattler

On his tale

Belly of the whale

Dig it up dig it down

Love is all around

He wasn’t a great in life

He is no better in death

And something rumbles in

My tummy at the podium the fear we felt

To God we knelt to save

Is it that we know not

It’s not gone

In his grave the man we’re here for

Lies in wait for hell to

Come a-knockin’

Cause heaven’s gate is closed

And the window’s on his way

(There must be 50 ways to leave your lover)

I hope he’s not up here

With us lamenting his

Akward life

Not once do I think

By prayer

He has ever seen the light

And now the flag burns

At half mast and maybe he was right

The drums march off into the night

Off with

All the actors lines are gone

And our hats are off our heads

If he could see is now

In black curtains all

Can’t remember his face you say

Could you when he was alive?

And he makes no sound

Wondering in this grave

Who’s a-rappin’ at the door

The rockey sands of time

Tumble over me

Let it be