Will prayers be said

Will tears be shed

Over my dead body?

Will anyone sing a Mass

Will black angels pass

Over my dead body?

I’d like to die on condition that I’d still be alive

To come back and see

Who the mourners can deceive

As they pretend to weep

Over my dead body.

Will a grieving lover

Sing a placebo over

My dead body?

Will the last rites be read

As the scythe wields its dread

Over my dead body?

Only the coffin cleaner saw the truth

As he shined the buttons on my wooden suit

No one there mourned my soul

As they lowered it into the hole

And a spectral figure stooped to gloat

Over my dead body.