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