THE WAKE Songtext
von BIG SPECIAL

Can you stop putting fags out in the quiche please?
We all chipped in for the spread
Don′t cling to the buffet table on your knees please
You're not the only one sad it′s dead
You've got ash on the vol-au-vents and the prawn rings
It's the only reason people come to these things
You′re going nowhere fast, you′re going nowhere far
And you're not gonna fix it at the bar
You can′t make up with a vodka soda for every single mistake
And nobody likes a pensive drunk at a wake

They killed it on the TV
They killed it on the radio
They killed it in the magazines
Now they're selling t-shirts, mugs and yo-yos


They killed it on the internet
We′re still trying to get over it
It's gonna take more than a secret cigarette
And the arse end of a pack of Polos

And they buried it with all of the pages
And with everything it moulded since day
And to render it forgotten for the ages
They tucked it in with a hundred tons of clay

And the people hold their pamphlets whilst queuing at the bar
And they squeeze their prayer books between their knees
They bitch and moan until they call a car
They gather in the flowers before the freeze
And they struggle to remember the day it died
All of their memories are dancing in a glimpse
They can′t recall the lessons left behind
But it's clear things have been different ever since