It's Your Funeral

Buried under years of dirt
In a coffin short one nail
The wicked find peace
Oh mr grave digger
Wont you please
Please sing me
Sing me to sleep

I'm losing count of
My numbered days
Works of the flesh rot away good faith

I pulled every sweet tooth out
Out of my dirty mouth
And I blinded
Both the eyes
That wandered south

You'll agree to almost
Anything when you're on fire
Except the truth
To a old wounded soul
Doom and gloom
Is a muse
Or it's a noose

I'm losing count of
My numbered days
Works of the flesh rot away good faith

I pulled every sweet tooth out
Out of my dirty mouth
And I blinded
Both the eyes
That wandered south
I wretched the dead air off my lungs before it eats me alive
I pulled every sweet tooth out
Out of my dirty mouth

Wicker man
Don't fall In love with the sun
Give your heart to the shadows
Wicker man
Don't fall In love with the sun
Give your heart to the shadows

I pulled every sweet tooth out
Out of my dirty mouth
And I blinded
Both the eyes that
Wandered south
I wretched the dead air off my lungs before it eats me alive
I pulled every sweet tooth out
Out of my dirty mouth

I pulled them out

You're dying too
Live up to a name
That nobody gave you
Fuck me? no, Fuck you!
If You push me away
There's no one left to save you

No one will save you

Hey it's your life
Yeah it's your funeral
Hey it's your life
Yeah it's your funeral