In My Hearse

So now I’m just skin and bone lying in my hearse

The pallbearers are ready to put me in the earth

The mourners are all standing looking at my grave

The adults looking serious the small ones misbehave

Some of them are crying some are looking glum

Some can’t wait to get away and go and have some fun

The priest has seen it all before he really is a dear

He’s buried several hundred yet still he sounds sincere