Funeral Party

It's becoming abundantly clear
That my time to go is drawing near
And I'm not scared of what comes next
In fact I'm pretty comfortable with the thought of my own death
It doesn't worry me and it shouldn't worry you
And when it's done you can start brand new
So let's pour a glass to the end of my life
And the end of all this fucking strife

A funeral party in the most literal of terms
One last rager before I hang with the worms
We'll get all my favorite things in the world
Drugs, alcohol, and some thick ass girls
We'll party all night till the sun comes up
Drinking every drop of liquor in my cup
And we'll take too many shots
And we'll take too many shots
And we'll take too many shots
And we'll take too many shots



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Collishaw
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