Testo Funeral

Holding up a glass
Gazing through the chardonae
She says, "Here's to lovers past
This one, he was taken far too soon"

Smiling in the casket
I see if I could hear it
Always the only one The only one for me

I would kill to be a ghost
I would kill to be a ghost
In the comfort of my home
Funeral

Always so compassionate
Oh, a true humanitarian
Cries, a weeping president
While accompanied by violin

Then as they lay me down to rest
"Release the tops and fire off the cannon"
I would kill to be a ghost
I would kill to be a ghost
In the comfort of my home
A funeral
I will sleep the final show
Watch the final curtains close
In the comfort of my home
My home
It’s my home

Funeral
Funeral
Funeral