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Dead Men Don’t Need Season Tickets Lyrics
Telephone call
Telling me my old friend Graham had died
I took a ride
Down to where I could be of assistance
Said to his wife
Don’t give in to grieving cliche & turn
His side of the room into a shrine
It just doesn’t work
My arm 'round her shoulder
Gently I told her
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Now that he’s gone
You’re gonna need a helping hand with the lawn
Various chores
Not least of all: those funeral arrangements
If I were you
I’d get myself away from all that relates
A week in the lakes
Reasonable rates, early September
Now I’m no hotelier
Just thought I’d tell ya
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Maybe I’m forward
Maybe I’m morbid
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Dead men don’t need season tickets
In a mortuary
In the mortuary
In the mortuary
In the mortuary
Telling me my old friend Graham had died
I took a ride
Down to where I could be of assistance
Don’t give in to grieving cliche & turn
His side of the room into a shrine
It just doesn’t work
Gently I told her
Dead men don’t need season tickets
You’re gonna need a helping hand with the lawn
Various chores
Not least of all: those funeral arrangements
I’d get myself away from all that relates
A week in the lakes
Reasonable rates, early September
Just thought I’d tell ya
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Maybe I’m morbid
Dead men don’t need season tickets
In a mortuary
In the mortuary
In the mortuary
In the mortuary
Song Info
Submitted by
vchamberlain On Nov 12, 2014
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