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

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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