Bury Me on the Moon
Words and music by Joe Ficklin


Since ancient times a grave mistake was made
As corpses to the earth wherein we're laid
To molder with the worms and decompose
Cold comfort for the bed of our repose

Some few found solace with a burial at sea
To feed the swimming creatures dwelling in the deep
Such fear it brings that I cannot attend
The thought of depths to which remains descend

Refrain:
	Don't throw me in the ground when I die
	There's not a single place on Earth where I would choose to lie
	But let my ashes towards the heavens fly
	And plant me on the moon up in the sky

In distant lands they let the vultures feed
For even soaring birds must feel the need
And bodies carried up into the rocks
Would nourish feathered carrion carving flocks

There are those whom mad gods would inspire
Erase the mortal flesh in burning fire
And then the dusty ashes are returned
Ensconced within a shiny, silvered urn

REFRAIN

A business man should always seek an earning
And find a way to profit from some yearning
"If you are the one to build it, they will buy it"
Certain that at least some few would try it

And so we see how just the stage is set
For opportunities that one should not forget
Cremated first and then sealed into place
A tiny capsule launched up into space

REFRAIN

A rocket to the moon now you can ride
But only on condition that you've died
I have no plans to shuffle off too soon
But plant my ashes on the silver Moon

My cemetery, visible at night
Eternal darkness casts reflected light
Undisturbed, my remains there will stay
Marooned on moon come resurrection day

REFRAIN