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