Pleasantry (Eulogy)

What a pleasure
To know
That I'll die
Someday

Hopefully a Saturday

To my life, to my wife
To my knife, I'd say
"I don't need you anyway"

Don't be surprised the day I die
Was I burned, did I drown, did a bullet fly
In my face?

Skip the grief
Throw your roses
Inside of my coffin
And please
Carry on with your day

Carry on
Carry on
Don't want a eulogy
From anyone

Carry on
Carry on
Fuck all the pleasantry
I'll die with none

Ooh

What a crime
To surrender
To anyone
Always and forevermore

What a time
To exist
And to be alive
Maybe it's a metaphor

Will I die of age, on a page
As fool or a sage
Of a heart attack from the rage

Shut your mouth
And throw roses
Into my grave
But most importantly
Carry on with your day

Carry on
Carry on
Don't want a eulogy
From anyone

Carry on
Carry on
Fuck all the pleasantry
I'll die with none

Carry on
Carry on
Don't want a eulogy
From anyone

Carry on
Carry on
Fuck all the pleasantry
I'll die with none



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Jimenez
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