Text: Yoko Ono. Coffin Car.

Coffin car, she?s riding a coffin car
People watching her with tender eyes
Friends whispering in kindly words
Children running, waving hands
Telling each other, how pretty she is

Coffin car, she likes to ride a coffin car
Friends making ways for the first time
People throwing kisses for the first time
Showering flowers, ringing bells
Telling each other, how nice she is

Coffin car, she?s riding a coffin car
Wives showing tears for the first time
Husband taking their hats off for the first time
Crushing their handkerchiefs, rubbing their nose
Telling each other, how good she is

Half the world is dead anyway
The other half is asleep and life is killing her
Telling her to join the dead

So ev?ry day, she likes to ride a coffin car
A flower covered coffin car
Pretending she was dead