funeral song

all we are are bones and flesh
moldy and torn that pretty dress
lay me rest and bid me part
and pray upon the younger hearts

I will soon be dead
my body in the ground
fuel for coming peoples
my body in the ground

nations build a future
build upon my skin
they'll stand upon my own two feet
my body in the ground

all we are are bones and flesh
moldy and torn that pretty dress
lay me rest and bid me part
and pray upon the younger hearts

all we are are bones and flesh
mold and torn that pretty dress
lay me rest and bid me part
and pray upon the younger hearts

all we are are bones and flesh (nations build a future)
mold and torn that pretty dress (build upon my skin)
lay me rest and bid me part (they'll stand upon my own two feet)
and pray upon the younger hearts (my body in the ground)

and pray upon the younger hearts