Bach is dead Bach is dead Bach is dead Bach is dead Walking women want to see The Southern Cross at night And so they set aside a sock And tie their laces tight Yes mournful is the melody That echoes in their heads Without a beat they march along Believing Bach is dead Bach is dead
Bach is dead Bach is dead Bach is dead Bach is dead Walking women want to see The Southern Cross at night And so they set aside a sock And tie their laces tight Yes mournful is the melody That echoes in their heads Without a beat they march along Believing Bach is dead Bach is dead
