You're A WEAPON WHEN YOU'RE DEAD

You’re a weapon when you’re dead

Waved like a sword around my head

The minute you’re embalmed

We will all be well armed

You’re a weapon now that you’re dead

You’re a weapon when you’re dead

Carved in stone words that may have been said

Compost for the crazies

Now you’re pushing up them daisies

You’re a weapon now that you’re dead

And you’re bound to take offence

But I’ll keep my own defence

Hold my blunted blade

In the hope that I’ll be saved

We’ll inherit your loving nature

And your lust for hate and torture

We’ll exhume all your memories

And we just won’t let you be

But maybe it's the living who should R.I.P.