Clouds are heavy, sky's dark
Air is thin, hard to breathe
A crowd in the church yard
For the one who's at peace
Theres mourning and despair among those who's there, the killing kind
The dead, the dead, the dead, the dead don't mind
He had been gone for years
Nobody could remember when
He left or to where he disappeared
To most he was forgotten'
All the time he was alive, his death took all by surprise, ill timed
The dead, the dead, the dead, the dead don't mind
They say he died too young
He had much more left in him
Nobody knew what he'd done, or what he was supposed to be doing
Earthly gain, heavenly loss
Hell bound, destiny fulfilled
He died the way he lived, a drunk and a junkie, an unkind
The dead, the dead, the dead, the dead don't mind