Abrazo primaveral

Wake up, dead man

Jesus, Jesus help me

I'm alone in this world

And a fucked up world it is too

Tell me, tell me the story

The one about eternity

And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man!

Wake up, wake up dead man!

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss

I know you're looking out for us

But maybe your hands aren't free

Your father, 

He made the world in seven

He's in charge of heaven

Will you put in a word in for me?

Wake up, wake up dead man!

Wake up, wake up dead man!

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do

Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you

Listen to the reed in the saxophone

Listen over the hum of the radio

Listen over sounds of blades in rotation

Listen through the traffic and circulation

Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme

Listen over marching bands playing out their time

Jesus, were you just around the corner?

Did you think to try and warn him?

Or are you working on something new?

If there's an order in all of this disorder

Is it like a tape recorder?

Can we rewind it just once more?

Wake up, wake up dead man!

Wake up, wake up dead man!

Wake up, wake up dead man!