Save ’em

I go to funerals in tall boots and trenchcoats

The bullshit runs pretty deep

The water works could flood the streets

But when they were here you could care less

But you care enuff now to clutch ya chest

Screaming """" it should be me"""

But if it could...we both know that choice wouldn't be...

That's why I go to funerals in tall boots and trenchcoats