Pseudocide - September, 2017

I'm in disguise at my funeral, (yeah) I'm looking fly on my funeral day, make way I want dry-ice at my funeral, (yeah) They're in denial at my funeral wake, it's okay A short black skirt and my shoes clean My hair is golden blonde, like a sunbeam A red fur coat up to my chin I hope they let me in So, you can find me here at my funeral Drying up, tying loose ends I can see my peers at the funeral gates Thank God they attend You can find me here at my funeral Kneeling down, feeling au fait But I get teary when I'm askеd to pray Amen Ah- Ah- Ah- Amen I wonderеd who would come to my funeral, (yeah) I wondered who would cry on my funeral day, dismayed But now I've found a way to my funeral, (yeah) I've gone with pseudocide 'cause I wanna be up and awake A short black skirt and my shoes clean My hair is golden blonde, like a sunbeam A red fur coat up to my chin I hope they let me in You can find me here at my funeral Drying up, tying loose ends I can see my peers at the funeral gates Thank God they attend You can find me here at my funeral Kneeling down, feeling au fait But I get teary when I'm asked to pray I get weary when I think of dying 'Cause I worry that I might not be remembered And I worry that I've lived a life Not full enough so I will leave nothing behind And I worry that I won't be missed And I worry that they think I was a bit tender Tell me do you think they'll miss me? Tell me what d'you think? You can find me here at my funeral Drying up, tying loose ends I can see my peers at the funeral gates Thank God they attend You can find me here at my funeral Kneeling down, feeling au fait But I get teary when I'm asked to pray Amen Ah- Ah- Ah- Amen Ah- Ah- Ah- Amen