The Funeral

[First verse]

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong

And to know you is hard; we wonder
To know you all wrong; we warn

Ooooohh oooohh
Ooooohhhoohhhhooh

Really to late to call
So we wait for; morning to wake you
Is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
It to know me all wrong
They warn


At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more, it's called the funeral
Every occasion, oh I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh one billion day funeral

[Second verse]

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong

To the outside the dead leaves, lay on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang their own

Oooohhhohhhhhh
Oooooohooooooh


At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh one billion day funeral