i live many lives
maybe seven just this year
death a-chasin close behind
death is winnin all the time

when i die burn my body
sprinkle my ashes on the highway
let the traffic spead the ashes
in the ditches and the overpass, hey!

if you dont burn my body
drag my body down the highway
spread me out
wear me down
state to state
and town to town, hey!

i dont want no fancy funeral
i dont want you to make no fuss at all
turn the radio up
throw my ashes out the window
dont stop dont worry honey
just let it go, out the window

if i, if i were a ghost
i wouldnt choose to haunt this place
i would float into the atmosphere
and into outerspace

or i would find myself a hurricane
and join into the storm
i would take my little vapour
and add into its form

i dont want no fancy funeral
i dont want you to make no fuss at all
turn the radio up throw my ashes out the window
dont stop dont worry honey
just let it go
out the window
let it go
out the window