We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help

If my garden would have a fence
Then the rabbits couldn't [bad word] in
And sit on the grass and eat all the flowers
And [bad word] 

Hi, I'm [bad word] 
I'm falling down
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare oh god in mercy
Spare me

Man I have a terrible feeling
That something's gone awful very wrong with the world
Is it something we made
Is it something we ate
Is it something we drank

Hi I'm [bad word] 
I'm falling
From the dust of earth
Returning back for judgement
We must prepare
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

They keep on burying our dead
They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got isn't a giant crop of names
And dates

Hi I'm [bad word]  I'm falling down
On this day of tears and mourning
From the dust of earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

Lacrimosa dies ilia
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona els requiem