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
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
, 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
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
