Looking from my coffin as we travel so slow br Look at them crying what do they know br I am happy in here it cosy you know br Middle of winter streets covered in snow br br Listen to the preacher face so grim br What dose he know I never knew him br A good man he said as if singing a song br O preacher man we all do wrong br br Look at the mourners most I don’t know br All dressed up nowhere to go br Faces froze like ice and snow br Well I can tell them I am happy in here br Can’t Waite for the wake and the pouring of beer br br Look at Aunt Mary bible in hand br There is a woman I can’t stand br She is as holey as holey as thou br Me I think she’s a moody old br br Look at the flowers must cost a lot br Give them a week they will be forgot br Just like me they care not br Give it a year I will be forgot br br So take your time as we move from the church br Why was I their for religion I don’t care much br It’s what they wanted just in case br There is a god who made this place br br Well can I tell you its cosy in here br Dry your eyes wipe your tears br I am on a journey to don’t know were br I will send a message when I get there br br Take hold of the rope lower me down br I still have hope take off that frown br Hey what happened lights gone down br Well take it I am now under groundbr br john mc cuddenbr br