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Ryan Biracree Miscellaneous The Eulogy of Mr. L. Robert Hayes We're here for the man Lying beneath our feet There's something I've wondered Can he for who we gathered Still feel fear in the ground As he waits for angels to come A-callin' Break around the bend Down in the saddles Below us with the rattler On his tale Belly of the whale Dig it up dig it down Love is all around He wasn't a great in life He is no better in death And something rumbles in My tummy at the podium the fear we felt To God we knelt to save Is it that we know not It's not gone In his grave the man we're here for Lies in wait for hell to Come a-knockin' Cause heaven's gate is closed And the window's on his way (There must be 50 ways to leave your lover) I hope he's not up here With us lamenting his Akward life Not once do I think By prayer He has ever seen the light And now the flag burns At half mast and maybe he was right The drums march off into the night Off with All the actors lines are gone And our hats are off our heads If he could see is now In black curtains all Can't remember his face you say Could you when he was alive? And he makes no sound Wondering in this grave Who's a-rappin' at the door The rockey sands of time Tumble over me Let it be |
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