I bank on the funeral
'Cause I learned all my lessons that way
I chipped from my heaven sent
Until I stole everything that I made
And this millstone is heavy as hell
And I can’t see so well
And I still feel the swell
And my hands and my feet are expelled
Better dead than in hell
And again with the swell
I bank on the funeral
'Cause the truth is alive is ok
The salt was in other words
More flavorful in those days
And this millstone is heavy as hell
And I can’t see so well
And I still feel the swell
And my hands and my feet are expelled
Better dead than in hell
And again with the swell
