Dance with the Dead

Early this morning I heard the news Just when I thought I forgot about you Like a nightmare that lasts for days Like a shadow burned into clay Shut the window and lock the door Cause I gotta collapse on the kitchen floor It's not sad or even bittersweet It's just a moment of pure relief I click my heels and clap my hands As I become a one man band I'm not one to eulogize Dance with the dead, say a glad goodbye One final trick, one final score One final long con, set up years before Turning swamp water into wine Strike every record of every crime I'm calling in sick, make it a holiday Let's turn on some music, let's throw a parade So pour me a whiskey, I've prepared a toast To the haunted father, to the hungry ghost I click my heels and clap my hands As I become a one man band I'm not one to eulogize Dance with the dead, say a glad goodbye I'm not one to eulogize Dance with the dead, say a glad goodbye I'm not one to eulogize Dance with the dead, say a glad goodbye