The Funeral
I'm coming up only to hold you underAnd coming up only to show you're wrongAnd to know you is hard; we wonder...To know you all wrong; we warn.
Ooooooooh OoooooooohOoooooooh Oooooooooh
Really too late to call,So we wait for morningTo wake you is all we gotTo know me as hardly goldenIs to know me all wrong, they warn.
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeralAt every occasion, once more, it's called the funeralAt every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeralEvery occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you're down forAnd coming up only to show you're wrong.
To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawnFor they don't have trees to hang upon.
Ooooooooh OoooooooohOoooooooh Oooooooooh
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeralAt every occasion, once more, it's called the funeralAt every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeralEvery occasion, oh, one billion day funeral