[Verse 1]
Mr. Felice
Six foot tall
A hundred a forty-eight pounds
Soft teeth
Sleep deprived
Below average student

Owner of two ill-fitting suits
Wearer of hand me downs
Often lukewarm and withdrawn
Bathrobe often loosely tied

[Refrain]
(Be at rest, my friend)
Be at rest

[Verse 2]
Never once named employee of the month
Lover of twenty-four hour laundromats
Avoider of eye contact
Avoider of blood drives

[Refrain]
(Be at rest, my friend)
Be at rеst
[Verse 3]
Worked every night club in Amеrica
Had a fear of falling pianos
Now exists in the interval between being and illusion
In the saddle of a phosphorous horse
A patron of snow cone carts
Semi-proficient at long division
Once spent over two months stuck in a painting by Bruegel the Elder

[Refrain]
(Be at rest, my friend)
Be at rest

[Bridge]
The hearse has been cleaned and polished
His body has been prepared for entombment
The guest book left open
The funeral parlour pillows
Have been fluffed

[Verse 4]
To his son he leaves a cloudless sky
One pair of ill-fitting shoes
To his wife a box of undeveloped negatives
A bowl of onion soup
From dreams to dust