Jack's Ballad: Remembering the Dead

I remember the dead

But never a thing about living

My memories are cold and empty

Because I remember the dead

There are those who remember the living

They dance and they cry and they sing

There are those that remember the living

Who think living is the thing

But I remember the dead

That they are all quite the same must be said

Oh-ho I remember the dead

For as long as there's thoughts in my head

Let living be living

And rotten to rot

One moment we're breathing

Next moment we're not

Oh I remember the dead

That has nothing to do with the living

They are merely the crust of the bread

With an empty inside unforgiving

For if there's a god

But there isn't a god

But if there's a god

There is one thing I want

I want to remember the dead

I don't want to remember the living

I want to remember the dead

And I do not expect no forgiving