Pardon Me, Mr. Frank Zappa

Hey
Mr. Frank Zappa
I'm afraid I have to disagree with you,
I'm afraid

I want
My absence (to) be noticed
By someone or everyone
So everyone will cry on my grave

Celebrate
In a ritual of flowers
Celebrate, celebrate
Dance in the candle light, celebrate

Celebrate my name,
My ego cannot wait to know that
You paint my memory in neon lies
Celebrate me, I'm just dying to die

I want to hurt you
In my leaving
And I want everyone bone in your body to ache
At my name
If I wake up every morning alone
I'd rather not wake up anymore
An eternal sleep, an eternal life
My eternal memory I'll burn in the sky

Make it rain
It's a beautiful sadness
I'll know that I've mattered to someone
When there's tears on my grave

But I have to admit that I'm quite bitter
That the party might cease when I'll stop breathing
(That) there's no self-indulgence in the afterlife
No I don't want to ever-fucking-die