I lay
like barely a holiday,
flowers up my head and up my feet
The lamplight threw the shadows back
to the dark end of the street
The min ister was mumbling and I swear
I seen an old preacher smile
But I tell you, I'm coming through the ether to them right now,
walking, the talking, and
the lying.
I said to them, I said, dance around me,
dance around my dying bed.
All you ghosts who want to come up close,
you want to lay your sweet hands upon my head.
So you died like
Che
Guevara, traitors at the gate,
knifed in the back.
Someone called the papers, man, the
Rolling
Stones said, yeah,
we're gonna paint it black
Sing it now, I said, I said, dance around me,
dance around my dying bed
And all you ghosts
who wanna come up close
You gotta lay your sweet hands upon
my head
One more time
Dance around me,
dance around my dying bed, yeah
All you ghosts, you gotta come up close
You gotta lay your sweet
hands upon my head
One more time,
and you will hear this one more time, I say
Dance around me, dance around,
dance around my dying bed
Holy
Ghost, you gotta come up close,
you gotta lay your sweet hands upon my head
Lay your sweet hands upon my head
Lay your sweet hands upon my head
You