In My Hearse The Tiger Lillies

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 in my grave
The adults looking serious
The children misbehave

In my hearse

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