"The Funeral"
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.
Really too late to call,
So we wait for morning to wake you
That's all we got
And to know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn.
At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, is called the funeral
Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one million day funeral
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, they're on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang their own.
