There Are No More Tickets to the Funeral

歌詞

Were you a witness? Were you a witness? And on that holy day And on that bloody day Were you a witness? Were you a witness? And on that holy day And on that bloody day And on his dying bed he told me "Tell all my friends I was fighting, too, But to all the cowards and voyeurs: There are no more tickets to the funeral There are no more tickets to the funeral. Were you a witness? Were you a witness? And on that holy day And on that bloody day There are no more tickets to the funeral There are no more tickets to the funeral The funeral is crowded! Were you a witness? Were you a witness? Were you there when they crucified my Lord Were you there when they nailed him to the cross Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord "Were you a witness? Were you a witness? "Were you there when they dragged him to the grave" Were you there when they dragged him to the grave Sometimes it causes me to wonder, wonder, wonder" Were you there when they dragged him to the grave? And on that holy day And on that bloody Day Were you a witness? "Were you there when they laid him in the tomb Were you there when they laid him in the tomb Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord?" "Were you a witness? Were you a witness? SWING SWING A band of Angels coming after me coming for to carry me home Swing swing A band of Devils coming after me for to drag me to the grave. Swing Swing But I will not go and I shall not go I will wake up and I shall walk from this room into the sun where the dirty angel doesn't run Where the dirty angel cannot go And brothers in this time of pestilence do know that we meet we hear another sick man sigh Each time that we meet we hear another has died And I see angels angels angels devils Angels angels devils Angels angels devils Coming for to drag me to the grave Angels! Mr. Sandman makes a filthy bed for me But I will not rest And I shall not rest As a man who has been blinded by the storm and waits for angels by the road while the devil waits for me at night with knives and lies and smiles and sings the "swing low sweet chariot" of death knells one by one like a sentence of the damned and one by one of my brothers die Unloved, unsung, unwanted Die, and faster please, we've got no money for extended visits says the sandman But we who have gone before Do not rest in peace Remember me? Unburied I am screaming in the bloody furnaces of Hell and only ask for you to raise your weary eyes into the sun until the sun has set For we who have gone before Do not rest in peace We who have died Shall never rest in peace There is no rest until the fighting's done And I see Angels Angels Devils Angels Angels Angels Angels Devils Coming for to drag me to the grave Angels!