God's Feet

What would you do to be in my next film, Diana?

I don't know the name for it, but I'll definitely do it

Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

Say God came along, right?

And he's created all these different people

All different colors, right?

Red, brown, black, yellow, white

Now wait a minute! White is not a color, you know?

You know, see?

Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

Blow that horn fast, we been read' to go

When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

You haven't enough air in your lungs, when it's time, you'll know

You won't have to think, you'll just do

In the blink of an eye, the faithful go where they are made whole

So the story goes, if the dead comin' home

Prepare a table, make 'em a pallet, leave your freshest linens

Finest spirit getting lifted, singing murder ballads

Looking for a body

The dead is comin' home