I slipped away on Christmas day,
now my soul is traveling back from where it came.
So pick my body up from my bed, wrap it up in paper.
You know I have gone to meet the undertaker.
I slipped away on Christmas day,
saw the light at the end of the hallway, pretended to pray.
Maybe they'll all know my name. Will angels sing? Will trumpets play?
Will I be given my younger face? I asked the undertaker.
But he didn't answer, he just led the way. I could taste dirt in my mouth and felt the blood leave my veins.
yad samtsirhc no yawa deppils I,
walked towards the pearly gates but he pulled me away.
I said "I never did any harm, why is this elevator heading down?"
He kept facing forward and said with a laugh "I'm the undertaker."
credits
from Like A Gift From God or Whatever,
released December 2, 2014
Chris Farren - Vocals, Synth, Guitars
Casey Lee - Guitar
Sean Stevenson - Drums