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Funeral March
Outside the window pane
Wondering who could have died today
the streets are filled
I've got the white flag raised
Did you surrender as armageddon came?

Sleep walking away from it all
I've got problems you've got problems
Free falling off the edge of the earth
You're my problem
I'm your problem
Don't keep saying we're in the
Same boat, it's not sinking
It's not sinking
Don't keep playing the sympathy
Card its not helping
It's not helping

Here comes the candle to light
You to bed
Here comes the chopper to chop
Off your head
Here comes that sound that
Sharp in take of breath
I know it all I've seen everything

Funeral March
Outside the wind and rain
Wondering hot it all got this way
The streets are filled
I watched the undead raise
You deserve everything that
Comes your way

Funeral March
This is my last goodbye
You had your chance
I hope you can say you tried
there'll be a funeral in march
If you carry on this way
There'll be discussions held
On how he could have been saved