All dressed up with nowhere to go
Rolling with a dead man over my shoulder
Waiting for an invitation to arrive
I’m rolling to a party where no one’s still alive
I was struck by lighting, walking down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It’s a dead man’s party. Who could ask for more?
Everybody’s coming. Leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door
Don’t run away, it’s only me. Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see
Don’t run away, it’s only me. Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see