Everything is such a blur. Taken down and submerged under. Wake up to a new day and still nothing has changed, life is still astray. Do you know what
at your funeral your momma gonna cry. So... gets the blow, blow, And clerks open cash drawers slow, slow. If you don't wanna end up dead, Use everything
Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything You think
Of the power of the night Which is coming back to take life The human beings scream in pain And beseech their creator In front of the funeral walking
in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn?ve been so beautiful Don?t know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything
in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything
feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything You think that
fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything
die (die) And at your funeral ya mama gon' cry So customers kiss the floor, floor And clerks open cash drawers slow, slow If you don't wanna end up dead You'll do everything
gon' die and at your funeral ya momma gon' cry so customers kiss the floor (floor) and clerks open cash drawers slow (slow) if you don't wanna end up dead you do everything
confident, although they had it tight, taught her son At the end of every tunnel?s a little light. It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that everything would
donnie sayin that he hear gunshots every night on 5th and it scares his momma ronnie end of the road 29 north to the bridge if i go im leavin everything
Night, with its crypt, its cradlesong. Rage for day's end: impatience, like a boat in the evening. Toward the horizon, as down a sounding line. Barcarolle, funeral
