
Date of issue: 27.02.2012
Song language: English
Raise the Dead |
Hey love, you’re not still afraid of our dearly departed, right? |
Cause Earhart, Mozart, Joan of Arc and all of their friends are expected tonight |
Listen now, we have little time so let’s find some festive decor |
Break out the candles, the cabernet, strike up the band |
Let’s all raise the dead |
And ask them to come to feast |
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits |
Let’s all break some bread |
And merry down the boulevard |
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |
Come on, don’t you tell me that you don’t recognize anyone |
This is Miss Dickenson, go ahead and tell her, her poems really lived on |
Everybody, life is strictly for the living, like you and me |
But tonight we are sharing, despite this odd pairing you see |
Let’s all raise the dead |
And ask them to come to feast |
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits |
Let’s all break some bread |
And merry down the boulevard |
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |
Let’s all raise the dead |
And ask them to come to feast |
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits |
Let’s all break some bread |
And merry down the boulevard |
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |
And merry down the boulevard |
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |