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Villain in a Million
by Jared Morris
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Funerals are for the living
Alms taking and never thanks giving
Oh, death is so forgiving
Nothing here is worth reliving
But you count on me
On top of the world-we're higher
Than empire state building, you know
I'm ready if you are willing
But don't ever let go
Don't ever let go of my hand
I'll be awake, when you throw my wake
Before the roast, eating a rum cake
Openly the chief mourner's on the take
The band of the damned is playing Clambake
The joke's not lost on me
On top of the world I'm higher
Than the tallest skyscraper I cling
The view from up here is dizzying
But I can't make out a thing
Except the wires and the strings
The dead walk among the living
A pauper's grave, his death was fitting
It's appealing, my blood's congealing
Queens and kings having flings on old box springs
Oh how low we go
On top of the world I'm higher
Than the I've ever been, oh it isn't great
The widow's garter is a garter snake
See she stuffs her face, oh my god
At the roof of the world I'm spinning
I can't catch my breath, the silence chills
No rescue, the air is thinning
My last thoughts are of you
And what you put me through
Believe it or not you have to reach the bottom line
If you wanna make a dime
The waters fine
If you don't believe me you will
Funerals are for the living
Alms taking and never thanks giving
Oh, death is so forgiving
Nothing here is worth reliving
But you count on me
On top of the world-we're higher
Than empire state building, you know
I'm ready if you are willing
But don't ever let go
Don't ever let go of my hand
I'll be awake, when you throw my wake
Before the roast, eating a rum cake
Openly the chief mourner's on the take
The band of the damned is playing Clambake
The joke's not lost on me
On top of the world I'm higher
Than the tallest skyscraper I cling
The view from up here is dizzying
But I can't make out a thing
Except the wires and the strings
The dead walk among the living
A pauper's grave, his death was fitting
It's appealing, my blood's congealing
Queens and kings having flings on old box springs
Oh how low we go
On top of the world I'm higher
Than the I've ever been, oh it isn't great
The widow's garter is a garter snake
See she stuffs her face, oh my god
At the roof of the world I'm spinning
I can't catch my breath, the silence chills
No rescue, the air is thinning
My last thoughts are of you
And what you put me through
Believe it or not you have to reach the bottom line
If you wanna make a dime
The waters fine
If you don't believe me you will
