who leads the funeral procession?
i need a face i can follow
is there a priest who can lend a hand
tonight
who's the captain of this sinking ship
as it's sw sw swswallowed
who can make the call that'll save our lives?
don't tell me that it'll be all right
i hear the music playing
there's liquid at the center of the earth
i'm not much for fire and brimstone
and that's not what i'm saying
i don't know what i'm saying for whatever that's worth
oh time, time, time
when my body is old and decrepit
who will let me lay dying
who will carry me on to the other side
is it grace that leads us or grace that weighs
us down as we're trying
our damndest to leave this world behind
i never know what direction i'm going
till i've start singing
and it's too late then to turn and change the course
I never know what kind of suitcase to pack
or what kind of message i'm bringing
or if i'll be riding a bike car train or horse
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