Hey love, you're not still afraid of our dearly departed, right? Cause Earhart, Mozart, Joan of Arc and all of their friends are expected tonight Listen now, we have little time so let's find some festive decor Break out the candles, the cabernet, strike up the band Let's all raise the dead And ask them to come to feast A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits Let's all break some bread And merry down the boulevard Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased Come on, don't you tell me that you don't recognize anyone This is Miss Dickenson, go ahead and tell her, her poems really lived on Everyone, life is strictly for the living, like you and me But tonight we are sharing, despite this odd pairing you see Let's all raise the dead And ask them to come to feast A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits Let's all break some bread And merry down the boulevard Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased Let's all raise the dead And ask them to come to feast A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits Let's all break some bread And merry down the boulevard Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased