We passed the fields of gazing grain We passed the setting sun
As the beat of the drums calls for my life I lean my head to the ground
There is no inn on the path to the sound So where shall I sleep tonight?
I walk to the place where the blue shadows creep and winds of the desert weep
You think that you’re in control That you can cheat death that you’re in control
The time we get here is a blink of an eye Just a tear drop in the Atlantic sea
A billion dots in the universe A split second in history
And the coming of death is a fearful blow The cold and the moony smile
The secret things of the grave are lost
The black mother doesn’t care about you

We’re here just for a little while Before we’re all dirt in the ground
So let’s try to make the best of it Let’s make the most of it
We’re all the same, when where down in the ground
We’re all the same, when we morph into soil
Do you really want to throw the first stones?
And be remembered for when you are gone
Now we’ve given up the ghost, now it’s time to bite the dust
And if you come to my funeral, don't bring a thing
Just sit back and listen, to when the fat lady sings…