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by hell
Dig your sepulcher
We force you to come in
And we'll bury you alive
Black songs are heard with the funeral
Rotting corpses mutilated over
Sceptic at the feast in ashes
Huntsman at the voyeurs ball
Funeral Parlour-Guests invited
Mourning poorly worn by all

Old and mouldy words
Electric toys for you 
Funeral so good 

How? 

Isn't he beautiful 

Well, I dig my own dinner in a fancy restaurant 
This car by the sea 
I don't
of the roses
I don't know when but we'll meet again I know
She's waiting by the river of the roses
The sweetest girl beside of the Alamo
[ steel ]
All the roses
hardly wait
She wants to be my funeral data

Well I taught the child when I call her name
She cracks a smile when I feeling pain
She reads by my exit
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger

In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
You can tell yourself everything is fine
But don't be fooled by the sunshine
And don't expect roses
Don't expect roses

I'm thinking
Watching
of the moon
We kissed and said goodbye she cried and so did I
Now dear you wonder why I am lonely
But we'll meet again by the roses in the valley of the moon
[
Imagination's funeral
Killed by the teenage me
You don't have to throw it away
Throw being a kid away
Just because you're growing up
Faster everyday
You don't
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
Roses
and rubbed it on the spot
and drew a rickety heart and 
a bent arrow and it hurt like hell

And Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger

In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
If i could just touch the hem of his garment
Well then i know he'd take me home

To see the water in the river boil
To see the city consumed by
funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
Well the golden rose sailed with a broken man goin' south
Got on board with a woman to lead him 'round by the mouth

And it's goodbye golden rose
moonlit pass by the Alamo,
And rose, my rose of San Antone.

Broken song, empty words I know,
Still live in my heart all alone.
For that moonlit pass
This power is no mystery to us now. 

Leave your spirit genocide 
The cancer you won't remove 
We cast our funeral rose inside 
And bury the need
Bed of roses
By bonnie hayes
From the album "bette of roses"


Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer
And rose my rose of san antone!

Broken song, empty words, I know,
Still live in my heart all alone,
For that moonlit pass by the alamo,
And rose my
power is no mystery to us now.
Leave your genocide, the cancer you won't remove.

We cast our funeral rose inside and bury the need to prove.
Our
Tomorrow is yours, and who knows, maybe we'll win
The whole shebang
Goodnight Rose, goodnight, goodnight Rose

Good morning sunshine, a new day begins
Res miranda. 

By that rose we may well see 
That he is God in persons three, 
Pari forma. 

The angels sungen the shepherds to: 
Gloria in
the undertaker
He did mighty well
Donatin' an old iron casket 
That he'd never been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it wasn't much
For grace
And rose, my rose of San Antone.

Broken song, empty words I know,
Still live in my heart all alone.
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo.
And rose, my
to really get to me.
I'm up on the tightwire linked by life and the funeral pyre
Putting on a show for you to see.