Some think a fancy funeral. Be worth every cent. For every dime and nickel. Is money better spent Better spent on groceries. Covering the bills. Instead of little luxuries. And unnecessary
, shame. Chorus. I've been dancing at my funeral. Waitin' for you to arrive. I was hoping you'd look beautiful. Dancin' with tears in your eyes. But nobody came, what a shame, shame, shame. Post-Chorus. Hey
unknown past. Dancing at the funeral party Memories of childrens dreams. Lie lifeless, fading lifeless. Hand in hand with fear and shadows. Crying at the funeral party I heard a song and turned away
Bài hát The Funeral Of Hearts (Radio Edit) - HIM . Love's the funeral of hearts. And an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood. On flowers of evil in bloom. The funeral of hearts. And a plea for
Bài hát The Funeral - Hank Williams. I was walking in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim. When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn. My sympathy awakened and a wonder
their sleeves. Like a ten cent valentine. The old women are there. Too old to give a damn. They've brought along the kids. Who don't know who I am. They're thinking about the price of my funeral
Cry above a nameless grave. But all that's there is motionless. Angels sob with vermin's fangs. A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and go. And laugh but smile no more. Evil
Going to your funeral and feeling I could scream. Everything goes away, driving down the highway. Through the perfect sunny dream. A perfect day for perfect pain Look at all the people with the
Going to your funeral now and feeling. I could scream. Everything goes away. Driving down the highway through the. Perfect sunny dream. A perfect day for perfect pain. Look at all the people
Love's the funeral of hearts. And an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood. On flowers of evil in bloom. . The funeral of hearts. And a plea for mercy. When love is a gun. Separating me from
Love's the funeral of hearts. And an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood. On flowers of evil in bloom. . The funeral of hearts. And a plea for mercy. When love is a gun. Separating me from