Body In A Box

There's a funeral procession on the highway

traffic screeches to a halt

there's people searching for a better way

to live their lives, oh

Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say

as tears of sadness soak the ground

the reaper crept in, took his breath away

in the middle of the night, oh

We celebrate the lives of the dead

it's like a man's best party

only happens when he dies

we gather round to pay our respects

while their souls are still searching for the light

searching for the light

So please don't come to me on my dying day

just let me go in peace

with all the things that i forgot to say

racing through my mind, oh

And don't you bury me six feet under ground

just burn my body in a box

and let my ashes blow with the wind

out into the night sky

We celebrate the lives of the dead

it's like a man's best party

only happens when he dies

we gather round to pay our respects

while their souls are still searching for the light

searching for the light

Searching for the light oh oh

Searching for the light