Funeral

No where to go to rest your head, nobody's lying in your 
bed
I was picking up the slack but i'm the only one whose got 
your back

Pull up your boots put on your vest, rollin in your sundays
 best
Strapped all your guns to your chest with one last and 
final request

Ten feet between us the crowd around in awe of my bridal 
gown
Silence arests us final hour 10 pangs from the clock tower

-oh oh oh-

I hit the ground dropped my gun
Dust went flying and i'm starin into the sun,
Gasps from this small town everyone,
Gathered round

-oh oh oh-

If you really were a man you'd say so but you just whipped 
out all your guns and your layin low, i'm tired of the 
scenery and you are tired of lovin me

So this is how it ends, look how were dressed
Now there's a heart shaped wound in my chest

-oh oh oh-
This is a funeral, put me underground isn't it beautiful-
Orange sky hitting the dust, goodbye, goodluck