This 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
That I can out live too
Dress the corpse in his best
He only has one shot
To knock `em dead
And toast to the way he left us
Counting our blessings
Holding our heads
We better speak up
We better say something
We better believe ourselves for once
`Cause he never said help
He never said anything
In the way that we dreamed ourselves
It`s only in dead silence
That I can hear him screaming
Oh no....oh no....
Dress the corpse in his best
He only has one shot
To knock `em dead
And toast to the way he left us
Counting our blessings
Holding our heads