You know, Greg, I think a lot about dying, 'cause we've all got to go someday.
Yeah, that's what I hear, Eric.
But, you know, when I die, I don't want to buried in the ground or, you know, burned into ashes and put in an urn to sit on someone's mantelpiece for all eternity. No, I want you take me down to the taxidermist's office, Greg, and have me stuffed, permanently, in this position... and stuck in the middle of the living room for the rest of your days. Would you do that for me, old friend?
Sure, Eric. You know, I've been thinking a lot about death recently too and, uh...
Really?
Yeah, I've come up with some ideas. I've been having these pretty deep philosophical thoughts...
Really?
Yeah, deep... German thoughts.
Really?
And, uh, yeah, so...
Why don't you tell me what those thoughts are, Greg?
Well, these guys I was talking to, they told me a little story that I think I should relate to you right now.
Please do.
There is no use in dying
When still I seem to be undone
There is no use in trying to find again
The love of someone
Where have I gone, I've come so far
Well, I've been headed nowhere
I have been walking quite a while along
Feeling lonesome
Don't you worry,
They won't find my body
I want you to know
I found peace in another world
Don't keep digging,
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried
I still can hear you breathing
As if you'd never gone away
I still can feel your touch, your tenderness
As if you were still there
There is no sense in crying
Only liquid running from my eyes
And all the feelings I restrain of you
Remainders that survived
Don't you worry,
They won't find my body
I want you to know
I found peace in another world
Don't keep digging,
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried
Don't you worry,
They won't find my body
I want you to know
I found peace in another world
Don't keep digging,
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried
Yeah, that's what I hear, Eric.
But, you know, when I die, I don't want to buried in the ground or, you know, burned into ashes and put in an urn to sit on someone's mantelpiece for all eternity. No, I want you take me down to the taxidermist's office, Greg, and have me stuffed, permanently, in this position... and stuck in the middle of the living room for the rest of your days. Would you do that for me, old friend?
Sure, Eric. You know, I've been thinking a lot about death recently too and, uh...
Really?
Yeah, I've come up with some ideas. I've been having these pretty deep philosophical thoughts...
Really?
Yeah, deep... German thoughts.
Really?
And, uh, yeah, so...
Why don't you tell me what those thoughts are, Greg?
Well, these guys I was talking to, they told me a little story that I think I should relate to you right now.
Please do.
There is no use in dying
When still I seem to be undone
There is no use in trying to find again
The love of someone
Where have I gone, I've come so far
Well, I've been headed nowhere
I have been walking quite a while along
Feeling lonesome
Don't you worry,
They won't find my body
I want you to know
I found peace in another world
Don't keep digging,
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried
I still can hear you breathing
As if you'd never gone away
I still can feel your touch, your tenderness
As if you were still there
There is no sense in crying
Only liquid running from my eyes
And all the feelings I restrain of you
Remainders that survived
Don't you worry,
They won't find my body
I want you to know
I found peace in another world
Don't keep digging,
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried
Don't you worry,
They won't find my body
I want you to know
I found peace in another world
Don't keep digging,
I want you to leave
Back away from the place
Where my ashes are buried