At My Funeral - Crash Test Dummies

I'm still young

But I know my days are numbered

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on

But a time will come

When these numbers have all ended

And all I've ever seen will be forgotten

Won't you come to my funeral

When my days are done

Life's not long and so I hope

When I am finally dead and gone

That you'll gather round

When I am lowered into the ground

When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under

Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me

Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders

I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me

Won't you come to my funeral

When my days are done

Life's not long and so I hope

When I am finally dead and gone

That you'll gather round

When I am lowered into the ground

If I should die before I wake up

I pray that the Lord my soul will take but

My body my body that's Your job

Well I can't be sure where I'm headed after death

To heaven hell or beyond to that Great Vast

But if I can I would like to meet my Maker

There's one or two things I'd sure like to ask

Won't you come to my funeral

When my days are done

Life's not long and so I hope

When I am finally dead and gone

That you'll gather round

When I am lowered into the ground