The poet is dead It's me and my friends At a funeral And we're not crying Clowns dressed as hippies are dancing around Playing little trumpets and a bass drums around The priest doesn't know What to say You can tell someone's on cocaine I've been in this place When I was young Riding my bike When I was young Hearing a voice crackling in my head Hearing a voice say "you're not dead" The poet is dead It's me and my friends At a funeral We're not crying DEAD I've been in this place When I was young Riding my bike When I was young Hearing a voice crackling in my head Hearing a voice say "you're not dead" I've been in this place When I was young Riding my bike When I was young Hearing a voice crackling in my head Hearing a voice say ...