Knock 'em Dead

This basket arrives
To show your condolence
You hope that it finds me well
And just in time
This loss was unbearable
But now I have flowers
A thoughtful, blooming bright arrangement
I can out live too

Dress the corpse in his best
You only have one shot
To knock 'em dead
And toast to the way he left us
Counting our blessings
And holding our heads

We better speak up
We better say something
We better believe ourselves for once
'Cause he never said help
He never said anything
In the way that we trained ourselves to hear
It's only in this silence
That I can hear he'd been screaming
All alone, All along

Dress the corpse in his best
You only have one shot
To knock 'em dead
And toast to the way he left us
Counting our blessings
And holding our heads

Dress the corpse in his best
You only have one shot
To knock 'em dead

And I would have thought
That I had more color than him
But my skin is stark stark white
And ash covers my skin

Alternate Endings (He changes some lyrics from the two versions I've heard)

To toast to the way he left us
Counting our blessings
And holding his hand

Or

I should have worn make-up
It seems to have worked for him