Dead

[Verse 1]
The poet is dead
It's me and my friends
At a funeral
And we're not crying

[Verse 2]
Clowns dressed as hippies are dancing around
Playing little trumpets and a bass drum around
The priest doesn't know what to say
You can tell someone's on cocaine

[Chorus]
I've been in this place when I was young
Riding my bike when I was young
Hearing a voice crackle in my head
Hearing a voice say, "You're not..."

[Verse 3]
(Dead, dead, dead, dead)
The poet is dead
(Dead, dead, dead, dead)
It's me and my friends
(Dead, dead, dead, dead)
At a funeral
We're not crying

[Bridge]
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead

[Chorus]
I've been in this place when I was young
Riding my bike when I was young
Hearing a voice crackle in my head
Hearing a voice say, "You're not dead"
I've been in this place when I was young
Riding my bike when I was young
Hearing a voice crackle in my head
Hearing a voice say