Music and lyrics by Amadeus in September 9, 2020.

Meet me at the mortuary,

In the dark of haunted hallways,

Jew and gentile, commoner and celebrity,

Come hang out, all your friends are here,

Meet me at the cemetery gates,

Let’s have a lovely picnic,

We can tell ghost stories,

Or they us their selfs,

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

In the Rose Hills,

Necropolis

Come on let’s roll down the Rose Hills,

We’re our grandmothers lay,

Dance to the music of Whittier,

A history that flows through our veins,

Wishing holy water fountains,

Mother Mary, holy water lake,

Prayers and incense to bless the waiting,

At the terrace where the roses lay,

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

In the Rose Hills,

Necropolis.

It so quiet in the SkyRose Chapel,

Every sad, sacred, sacrament day,

Oh how we lived like wild flowers,

On these lawns, concrete spaces and graves,

Here lies my broken family,

Together again,

It’s funny how short life is,

At the Rose Hills in the end,

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

In the Rose Hills,

Necropolis.