the woods, yeah Deep in the woods A funeral is swinging Love is for fools and all fools are lovers It's raining on my house and none of the others Love
looked so beautiful at your funeral Laid out and dressed your best as your daughter put you to rest You looked so beautiful at your funeral Laid out and dressed
They have no job, nothing to eat A way of live, but not their choice Nobody cares, don't hear their voice It's a daily battle, there's no other way
I saw you the other day Your head just turned away You think I'm a stupid punk Useless and always drunk Guess what - yeah what! Your life - the lie
stars, between blandford street And mars; Proposition, deal. flying button feel. testicle testing. Wallet ever-bulging. dressed to the left, divulging
music makers, and we are The dreamers of dreams, come along Nothing less, nothing less Well, I bet you that I get the last laugh, bet you that my funerals
had a chance to break It?s so bad it?s got to be good Mysterious girl misunderstood Dressed like a wedding cake Any other day and I might play A funeral
, I got to see a?em. I want a dresser, and undresser and a hairdresser, too, And I gotta-gotta-gotta have the biggest dressing room. I want an escape
1:] Inside my head, or inside my brain, is that part of me which keeps me sane, which helps me discern between right and wrong, and other things I'm
sweetness that has passed through us (fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (white robed small voices praise him) But found no joy in what was sung The funeral
him big breaded His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other damn day I'm buyin and brand new suit for funerals
safe than sorry kid Forget the funeral, I'll take the murder bid and make beats from inside like Slick Rick Might even do a duet, now that's some other
at the funeral Don't know how you pushed on, buried your creator Took good care, such kind care You look so beautiful at your funeral Laid out and dressed
the man leads them gently into the dark, spacious trunk In the following days the girls are transferred into the trunks or several other cars by many other
the dreamers of dreams, come along" [Chorus] Nothing Less, nothing less [Grouch] Well I bet you that I get the last laugh Bet you that my funerals packed
Verse One: Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with(
came from. In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars; Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing. Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed