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