There's a funeral procession on the highway
traffic screeches to a hault
theres people searching for a better way
to live there lives, woah

Johnny lived a good life you'll hear them say
as tears of sadness soak the ground
the reaper crept in, took his breath away
in the middle of the night, oh

We celebrate the lives of the dead
its like a mans best party only happens when he dies
we gather round to pay our respects while there souls are still searching for the light
searching for the light

So please [bad word] to me on my dying day
just let me go in peace
with all the things that i forgot to say
racing through my mind, oh

And dont you bury me six feet under ground
just burn my body in a box
and let my ashes blow with the wind
out into the night sky

We celebrate the lives of the dead
its like a mans best party only happens when he dies
we gather round to pay our respects while there souls are still searching for the light
searching for the light

Searching for the light oh oh
Searching for the light