God's Feet

What would you do to be in my next film, Diana?

I don't know the name for it, but I'll definitely do it

Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

[?] all these different people, all different colors, right?

Red, brown, black, yellow, white

Now wait a minute! White is not a color, you know?

Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

You havin' enough air in your lungs

When it's time, you'll know

You won't have to think, you'll just do

In the blink of an eye, the faithful go where they are made whole

So the story goes, if the dead comin' home

Prepare a table, make 'em a pallet, leave your freshest linens

Find a spirit getting lifted

Singing murder ballads, looking for a body

The dead is comin' home