Back From The Dead

This is a song

about the sev'ral circumstantial things that happened at your death.

About the party with the fine pine box and flowers on the lid.

There were two full rooms of mourners as your casket was wheeled in,

And we all agreed it was the finest fine pine box we'd seen.

We had a wake

well maybe not exactly a real wake, we're still not sure ourselves,

but there was food and drink and open-mic just like we knew you'd want.

And though the booze flowed freely there were hardly any fights,

with everyone who showed up saying how you did them right

But you're back, now, walking down the hall, now,

undeterred by walls, now, unlike you had been.

And we ask, how can we find the words, now,

to describe the curse, now that you're not quite dead?

All said and done

I don't think anyone expected you to want to be this way.

They all think that your haunting stuff is just a bit cliche.

That a figur'tive return from death just wouldn't be your style,

and a literal break from your style would just kill you again.

I've seen your face

With a message from beyond the grave for all the world to see.

I don't know if this format is the way to spread the news

about love, death, or whatever the afterlife may bring,

We're busy thinking of that box where your cold corpse should be.

Still you're back, now, gliding down the hall, now,

sliding through the floors, now, unlike you had been.

Should we ask, how would you like some brunch, now,

Do we just pretend, now that you're not still dead?

I'd offer you some pizza but I don't think that you'd eat,

Your torso is see-through enough to make me think you'd leak!

And every time I wave at you all that you do is scream?

The dead return quite mannerless is how you make it seem.

Well that's that, now, if you're really back, now,

you still owe me rent, how come you never paid?

I can't see how you thought things would change, now,

just because you came, wow, came back from the dead?

Are we impressed they came back from the dead?