There Are No More Tickets To The Funeral 歌词

歌曲	There Are No More Tickets To The Funeral
歌手	Diamanda Galás
专辑	Plague Mass [live]
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	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!

	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!

	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!

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