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by piece 
You performed your story 
Moving through an unknown past 
Dancing at the funeral party 

Memories of children's dreams 
Lie lifeless
coat but it's not curing me

Candy handouts at parties by recommended prescription 
The antidote is burning up my throat but it's not curing me
destroying, my skin crawls
Unseen, my body fights a war
Dig deep the healthy flesh
My miserable remnant
Ruined by this ruthless waste
Paying my penance
Welcome to my funeral my family and my friends
I hope you've enjoyed the living me because
 the dead one never ends
Your tears of joy are hid by
starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables
for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
cry
You need the patience of a snail
Just to get by

Today the police came
And paid a visit to the slums
Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets
For
I knew he was different, in his sexuality
I went to his parties, as a straight minority
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity
He only
the rose in this place

All the years I lived in this place
The people I knew here
I loved every face
I loved the parties, the funerals, and fights
He was just an old country doctor 
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
Your warmth is false
Inside your hollow bosom
You'll hide the solitude
Of the distant stars

In your party none celebrates
Grey autumn
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
Okay, okay
Yeah
And we live tonight
Check it, now

I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle

Oh,
starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables
for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
Doctors told you everything about it
There's no cure and now you are going to die
Take the time you've got and smoke a lot of pot
Have a fucking party
a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money
yeah 



[And let me tell ya  girl  I'm a party animal  see? 

Word  and I need a man that can hang with this thing 

You know what I'm sayin'?
die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
The piano played a slow funeral tune
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favourite song
I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
someone's funking with the mood!)

Mood control is designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge
The green lights just come on
Nothing to do about much

And to tell you the truth I'm not sure
I'm told I've got something
That's difficult to cure
So