There Are No More Tickets To The Funeral - Diamanda Galas

Were you a witness?

Were you a witness?

And on that holy day

And on that bloody day

Were you a witness?

Were you a witness?

And on that holy day

And on that bloody day

And on his dying bed he told me

«Tell all my friends I was fighting, too

But to all the cowards and voyeurs:

There are no more tickets to the funeral

There are no more tickets to the funeral

Were you a witness?

Were you a witness?

And on that holy day

And on that bloody day

There are no more tickets to the funeral

There are no more tickets to the funeral

The funeral is crowded!

Were you a witness?

Were you a witness?

Were you there when they crucified my Lord

Were you there when they nailed him to the cross

Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble

Were you there when they crucified my Lord

«Were you a witness?

Were you a witness?

«Were you there when they dragged him to the grave»

Were you there when they dragged him to the grave

Sometimes it causes me to wonder, wonder, wonder"

Were you there when they dragged him to the grave?

And on that holy day

And on that bloody Day

Were you a witness?

«Were you there when they laid him in the tomb

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb

Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?»

«Were you a witness?

Were you a witness?

SWING SWING

A band of Angels coming after me

Coming for to carry me home

Swing swing

A band of Devils coming after me

For to drag me to the grave

Swing Swing

But I will not go

And I shall not go

I will wake up

And I shall walk from this room into the sun

Where the dirty angel doesn’t run

Where the dirty angel cannot go

And brothers in this time of pestilence

Do know that we meet we hear another sick man sigh

Each time that we meet we hear another has died

And I see angels angels angels devils

Angels angels devils

Angels angels devils

Coming for to drag me to the grave

Angels!

Mr. Sandman makes a filthy bed for me

But I will not rest

And I shall not rest

As a man who has been blinded by the storm

And waits for angels by the road

While the devil waits for me at night

With knives and lies and smiles

And sings the «swing low sweet chariot»

Of death knells

One by one

Like a sentence of the damned

And one by one

Of my brothers die

Unloved, unsung, unwanted

Die, and faster please

We’ve got no money for extended visits

Says the sandman

But we who have gone before

Do not rest in peace

Remember me?

Unburied

I am screaming in the bloody furnaces of Hell

And only ask for you

To raise your weary eyes into the sun

Until the sun has set

For we who have gone before

Do not rest in peace

We who have died

Shall never rest in peace

There is no rest until the fighting’s done

And I see Angels Angels

Devils

Angels Angels

Angels Angels Devils

Coming for to drag me to the grave

Angels!