Funeral Songtext
von Queen Moo

Depressive and lovely
The funeral band plays out
The crowd files in
A broken violin drowns them out

Was I speaking French?
Did you hear what I said?
Though I may get offended
Don′t hold back on my account

Every time I get close to somebody
I get bested by my own joke
If I'm not playing this rock and roll
I hope they notice
I′ve lost all control


Time to line up the shot
To configure a plot
A scheme, a hope, a dream
Who am I to be pickin' and a-choosin'
What kind of love I′m losin′?

So tell me how the hell you do it
Every concept has a loose end
And when did yours begin to find its own pace?

My standard issue brand of run and hide
My nightmares all personified
And shifting into high gear
Oh no, it's looking like they wanna race

They said that if you′re going through with it
You're gonna have to find a better avenue
′Cause there's only so much I can do
For you