Last Words

The curtain of darkness is fallin’ And my friends are all here at my side. Are those the sweet voices of angels As I rise on that heavenly tide? All hearts overflowin’ with sadness And those words left so often unsaid Then I could hear a voice whispering softly, “Could I have all your stuff when your dead?” “Could I have your TV and your pickup? And I’ve always admired your shoes. Could I have that old dining room table? And there’s a couple of chairs I could use.” “Well, you know that you’re headed to glory, And like a star, up to heaven you’ll shoot When they write the last page of your story, Could I try on that seers*cker suit?” It was the voice of my dear brother Thomas. He was kneelin’ down close by my side. His breath had just come from a funeral For a mouth full of teeth that had died. Well, I prayed my last prayer for salvation. I was feelin’ the touch of God’s hand. But I could still hear the voice of my brother As they struck up that old angel band. “Could I have your old ski boots and surf board? And maybe that four-poster bed? Would you mind if I took a few records? Just Nirvana, The Stones, and the Dead.” Well, you know that you can’t take it with you To your heavenly home up on high. When you pa*s through those gates, and they had you your wings, Could I have all your stuff when you die? But the angels consulted St. Peter And flew me back to my hospital bed. My life was a new day a-dawning, And the angels took Tommy instead.