Knock 'em Dead — Dashboard Confessional

This basket arrives To show your condolence You hope that it finds me well And just in time This loss was unbearable But now I have flowers A thoughtful, blooming bright arrangement That I can out live too

Dress the corpse in his best He only has one shot To knock 'em dead And toast to the way he left us Counting our blessings Holding our heads

We better speak up We better say something We better believe ourselves for once 'Cause he never said help He never said anything In the way that we dreamed ourselves It's only in dead silence That I can hear him screaming Oh no....oh no....

Dress the corpse in his best He only has one shot To knock 'em dead And toast to the way he left us Counting our blessings Holding our heads