Dress the Corpse in His Best

There's a basket arrives. To show your condolence, you

hope that it finds me well. And just in time, this loss was

unbearable. But now I have flowers. A thoughtful blooming bright arrangement.

I can outlive too. Ooh.

Oh. Dress the corpse in his best. You only have one shot

to knock 'em dead. Toast to the way he left us.

Counting our blessings and holding our heads. We better speak up.

We better say something. We better believe ourselves for once. Because he never