God's Feet

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 ready to go
When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home
Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go
When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

[?] all these different people, all different colors, right?
Red, brown, black, yellow, white
Now wait a minute! White is not a color, you know?
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Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go
When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home
Blow that horn fast, we been ready to go
When that horn blast, the dead is comin' home

You havin' 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
Find a spirit getting lifted
Singing murder ballads, looking for a body
The dead is comin' home