Burial Song Lyrics

You were like a king

A king of the queerest round table ever sat

But a king

And when you fell

And you did fall

It was like a color went out of the world

You weren't very good

But you were a kind of great

And you brought a kind of law

To your strange little tribe

You are not a god no no no

But you might have died for

All our youthful sins

Don't let it get to your head

You are not a star no no no

But you might have led us

Out of the desert

Don't let it get to your head

You are not a god no no

But you might have made us

In your own image

Don't let it get to your head

You are not a star no no no

But you might have led us

Out of the desert

Don't let it get to your head

Could you have gone another way

Sometimes you feel like clearest view of fate I've had

What would you have even been like

I try to imagine you 34 your madness tamed to a glow

Where are you? Who do you love? What are you doing?

Is it impossible to imagine

Because it's been so long?

Or is it because

It was never going to

You are not a god no no no

But you might have died for

All our youthful sins

Don't let it get to your head

You are not a star no no no

But you might have led us

Out of the desert

Don't let it get to your head

You are not a god no no

But you might have made us

In your own image

Don't let it get to your head

You are not a star no no no

But you might have led us

Out of the desert

Don't let it get to your head

You aren't a star

You aren't a god

You are barely even here

You aren't a star

You aren't a god

You are barely even alive

When you were here when you were ours

God you were something

And after all is said and done

That's still something

Goodbye old friend this is your burial song

It's not the first but with some luck it'll be the last

We'll sing it once and then inter it with the rest of you

But if you should want to shake the dirt off

And try for one more testament

Do me a favor and leave me out of it

Do me a favor and leave me out of it