CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : a fantastic death (demo)
The day it rained, it f**king poured
We sent your body to the morgue
And sat around for fifteen hours
And entertained who came around
I wasn't drinking that whole year
But I was tempted, I admit
To take the edge off all our friends
Of holding sh*t back as they wept sideways
And it goddamn poured out
Time and time again, Jesus cried, or words to that effect
And maybe someone tells me that he loves me like you did
But there's a caveat always whеn it comes to things like this
The day I slеpt, I goddamn snored
To bells and rings that I ignored
Maybe that was sh*tty, but
The consolations got too much
I tried to rea**ure my wife
'Cause she's the one who found you there
At total rest, beside your wife
It seemed like a fantastic death
But I wish I had the balls to cry out
I saw your soul up in the air some place
And I kissed it with my mind
The brutal cosmic weight atop my mother's bedside
Lo, behold the utter tragedy, but Pagliacci style
And the rain poured down
It's hardly ever beautiful
It's binding and incurable
It's just business as usual
But infinitely worse
It's like we're never here at all
It's fragile and it's durable
But we'll see you at the funeral
The pa**ages were minimal
Elegant and liminal
With the conscience of a criminal
I lifted out my hand
I shovelled dirt upon your sacred mound
And I wondered how I'd do without
But it's something I still think about
Mmm
We sent your body to the morgue
And sat around for fifteen hours
And entertained who came around
I wasn't drinking that whole year
But I was tempted, I admit
To take the edge off all our friends
Of holding sh*t back as they wept sideways
And it goddamn poured out
Time and time again, Jesus cried, or words to that effect
And maybe someone tells me that he loves me like you did
But there's a caveat always whеn it comes to things like this
The day I slеpt, I goddamn snored
To bells and rings that I ignored
Maybe that was sh*tty, but
The consolations got too much
I tried to rea**ure my wife
'Cause she's the one who found you there
At total rest, beside your wife
It seemed like a fantastic death
But I wish I had the balls to cry out
I saw your soul up in the air some place
And I kissed it with my mind
The brutal cosmic weight atop my mother's bedside
Lo, behold the utter tragedy, but Pagliacci style
And the rain poured down
It's hardly ever beautiful
It's binding and incurable
It's just business as usual
But infinitely worse
It's like we're never here at all
It's fragile and it's durable
But we'll see you at the funeral
The pa**ages were minimal
Elegant and liminal
With the conscience of a criminal
I lifted out my hand
I shovelled dirt upon your sacred mound
And I wondered how I'd do without
But it's something I still think about
Mmm
