Her Name Engraved

They fucked up her name at the funeral
Dressed in black
Isn't that what she wanted?
Disrespected like that?
And they gather 'round the grave
And they're sobbin' on the ground
Wonderin' what the hell that she wrote in the will

And they're pillaging her walls, and they're taking her paintings
She's not even fresh in the ground, and they're waiting to see
What she left us, let's see

If this is how we're remembered while we rot in our graves
And our children will fight for material things
Oh, we cried
Oh, God, we cried

They hardly shed a tear while they rummage through her closets
Packing up all the dresses and heels she wore through the house
And the bed that she passed in laid there cold and unmade
While the children of her children scout for items to take

And they're pillaging her walls, and they're taking her paintings
She's not even fresh in the ground, and they're waiting to see
What she left us, let's see

If this is how we're remembered while we rot in our graves
And our children will fight for material things
Oh, we cried
Oh, God, we cried

If this is how we're remembered, they will fuck up our names
And speak ill of the dead and the choices we've made
Oh, we cried
Oh, God, we cried

They're pillaging her walls, and they're taking her paintings
She's not even fresh in the ground, and they're waiting—
They're pillaging her walls, and they're taking her paintings
She's not even fresh in the ground, and they're waiting to see
What she left us, let's see

They fucked up her name at the funeral