Funeral Marching

Oh, what's the use in trying? Thick as thieves and packs of lies Marching to the palaces of night All my life I looked for something All my seas are drops of rain Drunk as sailors drinking from your hand Girl, you can do just as you like Girl, you can do just as you please Girl, you wanted, you could've been dead Now, you're swinging like a funeral march in June And it's way past July Oh, what's the use in trying? All the time, it ends in nothing Oh, what's the use in trying now? Burn all the canvases They painted up the queens in crutches Trial to see how they all see you now Girl, you can do just as you like Girl, you can do just as you please Girl, you wanted, you could've been dead Now, you're swinging like a funeral march, oh Yeah, but nobody died Oh, you're swinging like a funeral march Oh, you used to be beautiful Oh, you used to be beautiful Oh, you used to be beautiful Oh... Oh, what's the use in trying? Everything turns to nothing No mechanics here can save your life Moons crash inside the opera Oozing all the starless actors All hung there in pieces of a sky Girl, you can do just as you like Girl, you can do just as you please Girl, you wanted, you could've been dead Now, you're swinging like a funeral march, oh Yeah, but nobody died Oh, you're swinging like a funeral march Oh, you used to be beautiful Oh, you used to be beautiful Oh, you used to be beautiful