Letras:
Funeral A Poem For The Dead

I shall not want a past that now is lost Silence and grief, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long rue

yours I shall not want a past that now is lost Silence and grief, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long

in the sewers Of course they?re dead and withering But so are you?aren?t we, dear? Ceremonial aura A disgusting samba Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding A

boots. At the funeral somebody recited a poem That told how he suffered and bled. Nashville is rough on the livin', But she really speaks well of the dead

silver A funeral for the leaves A eulogy in the breeze A hymn for the bones of winter The geese have already Buried their heads And a full moon over

yoo-hoo I feel great, a basket full of snakes Upon the tablets, a long beard, a stone I still scrape A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve

yoo-hoo I feel great, a basket full of snakes Upon the tablets, a long beard, a stone I still scrape A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve