It has come to our attention

That Michael just past away, a few minutes ago

On his way home

This is the story of how he died

Oddly enough Micheal was a stubborn man

He rode his iron horse like a real man

The engine's singing songs about everything

The finishing line for him was a brick wall

Oddly enough Micheal was a stubborn man

He was a father

He rode his iron horse like a real man

Whatever that means now

The engine's singing songs about everything

And everyone he knew

The finishing line for him was a brick wall

Lower your voices now cause I'm about to shine

Riding in the sun for one last time

Dry your tears today, for I will see you there

Only in your dreams

Put some flowers on my grave before you go

Put some flowers on my grave before you go

You and I both know, this is how I die

You and I both know, this is how I go

Ouhhhllalalala

Ouhhhllalalala

Ouhhhllalalala

Ouhhhllalalala

What a shame, what a waste of a beautiful soul

But Michael eventually found his way to the gates of heaven

And all was found of him was a severed head, by the side of the road

And an empty helmet, rolling down the mountain

Inside that helmet was powerful white light, that poured upon the vast land

Washing the sins of those who didn't believe in Michael, who didn't understand who he really was inside that grotesque shell of a man

godspeed Michael, may you find respite in the afterlife

Fighting off the wind with your right hand, Fighting off the wind with your right hand

You fell off your motorbike on the turnpike, You fell off your motorbike on the turnpike

Fighting off the flies with your left hand, Fighting off the flies with your left hand

You fell off your motorbike for the last time, You fell off your motorbike for the last time