Life is Suite

At high noon, we'll work it out.
Eight of you will stand about.
Take me down to feel the earth.
Get yourself a dollar's worth.

Here comes Johnny.
Here comes Joe.
Here comes Connie
In a long black coat.

Cara Mia up the hill.
Lay me out, be it God's will.
In the after, I'll wait for you
With alabaster flutes for two.

Bring me something I enjoy.
A shiny trinket, a little toy.
A sack of apples, a loaf of bread.
Lay some flowers at my head.

A bottle of rye would be so nice.
Pair it with my sacrifice.
Don't be shy. Don't be afraid.
Let's exchange the gifts we've made.

Can you help? The lid is stuck.
Give me your hand. Once more for luck.
A lovely view here from my coffin.
No wonder that you come here often.

To tell more stories of my life.
Then plunge the ground with your buck knife.
Set the stakes for your intent.
At the wake, you'll pay no rent.

Zone S3E7