Will they think of me In this ugly old suit
I'm stiff as my collar And shiny as my boot
Makeup to hide my New pale colors
And a big wooden box That cost 3000 dollars
Walking past me With their frowns and their sobs
While they think about the day They have off from their jobs
Humbly they brag About the flowers that they brought
Saying they were my favorite Even if they were not
May the dead never know
What a party we throw
May they never hear the secrets and lies
May they have no doubt
May their money run out
Just in time to miss how we act when somebody dies
Fancy old jackets With dust on the shoulder
A dress that fit fine Before they got so much older
Music so dreary Even the preacher is bored
But his sermon is short So they all thank the lord
Then out to a field With some nicely carved rocks
And six foot hole For my shiny new box
Then it's just me And my friend with the dirt
Thank god I am free And can never be hurt
Every last relation
Every eye on the will
Every denomination
Every funeral bill
Every tearful handshake
Every disputed keepsake
It’s going on still
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