Burlap Tuxedo

Wake up, the air is stale
Another day reading poison email
Pour some coffee in your whiskey
Your thin hair, your face so pale
You're a ghost, but it sure beats retail
Gee you're a real arriviste

And all the while the people in the street are screaming out, they say:

I don't mind if the kids are angry
Let 'em rage for a moment or two, well
I could never believe in the creed that you sold me as true

If I die before you go
Bury me in a burlap tuxedo
Spread my ashes in McDonald's
A death poem, carved in plastic
Says: "Here lies your favorite impotent spastic"
Please remind them of my motto

That everything that goes up will be burned out as it falls

And I don't mind if the kids are angry
Let 'em rage for a decade or two, well
I could never believe in the creed that you sold me as true

And I don't have time for dying
Yeah this break is for smoking

I don't mind if the kids are angry
Let 'em rage for an epoch or two, well
I could never believe in the creed that you sold me as true
I could never believe but believing must always take two



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Newton
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