Paroles: Farwell. Cancer's In The Air Tonight. Here Comes The Meat Wagon.

So it had to come to this a sudden ending without warning and so it goes
Overworked and overwhelmed with the way things are going right now
And it's 4:44, so I'll make a wish for you to die as fast as our chances did
You know we never had one

A sour mood today, a bitter taste in my mouth from words I shouldn't say
And isn't it funny when you're down and out all the colors seem to fade

For your sake I hope you regret this and I'm sure that you will
So when you do I know I'll hear you sad by early November

I hope you're wearing something comfortable tonight
Something you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life in
When you're buried underground

You know it had to come to this a sudden ending without warning
You're buried to me