Raise The Dead

Hey love, you’re not still afraid of our dearly departed, right?
Cause Earhart, Mozart, Joan of Arc and all of their friends are expected tonight

Listen now, we have little time so let’s find some festive decor
Break out the candles, the cabernet, strike up the band

Let’s all raise the dead
And ask them to come to feast
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits
Let’s all break some bread
And merry down the boulevard
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased

Come on, don’t you tell me that you don’t recognize anyone
This is Miss Dickenson, go ahead and tell her, her poems really lived on

Everyone, life is strictly for the living, like you and me
But tonight we are sharing, despite this odd pairing you see

Let’s all raise the dead
And ask them to come to feast
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits
Let’s all break some bread
And merry down the boulevard
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased

Let’s all raise the dead
And ask them to come to feast
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits
Let’s all break some bread
And merry down the boulevard
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased