What Was Me

When I die, there will be a song
Everyone will sing-a-long
And that will be me
That will be me

When I'm done, you'll find an alien
Believed in every heart and known in every head
And that will be me
That will be me
That will be me

When I'm over, there will be a story sung
By every lambchop lost, the old and the young
And that will, that will, that will, that will
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me

When I'm gone, there will be a rhyme
Played by everyone in their lifetime
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me
That will be
That will be me

When I'm through, you'll recall a humble tune
It makes sense to hum when flowers start to bloom
And that will be, that will, that will, that
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me

When I'm dead, there will be a saga told
That gathers all the black sheep back into the fold
And that will be me
That will be me

Way across the sky will roll a ballad thunder
Coughing with new meco (?) when I'm six feet under
And that will be me
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me
That will be me