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 wouldn t 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