Besedila:
Funeral

the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt You can't come back home In the funeral pyre I'll watch the flames grow

Hey, the streetlights all burn out Une annee sans lumieres Je monte un cheval Qui porte des oeilleres Hey, my eyes are shooting sparks La nuit, mes yeux

Somethin' filled up My heart with nothin' Someone told me not to cry Now that I'm older My heart's colder And I can see that it's a lie Children wake

I like the peace in the backseat I don't have to drive, I don't have to speak I can watch the country side And I can fall asleep My family tree's losing

They say, "It fades if you let it" Love was made to forget it I carved your name across my eyelids You pray for rain I pray for blindness If you still

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended And all I've ever seen will be forgotten Won't you come to my funeral

I was walking in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn My sympathy awakened and a wonder

[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path

the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest caught slipping my niggaro's you can burn that hearse 'cause Ima walk to my funeral