Call me the proverbial gravedigger;
I've been workin' long and hard
at making my own hole nice and deep.
I can already hear the bells taunting me
pushing me.. driving my shovel into the dirt
Soon enough it'll break
And I'll turn to you my sweet pallbearer and I'll
ask you the details of my funeral.
I Imagine the look on your face then..
My funny valentine, Pallbearer of my dreams..
When you see that Ive given up the mud and shovel
to stand and work in such a morbid place at your side
and not in the hole I've been digging since the dawn of us that wouldn't.
I've been workin' long and hard
at making my own hole nice and deep.
I can already hear the bells taunting me
pushing me.. driving my shovel into the dirt
Soon enough it'll break
And I'll turn to you my sweet pallbearer and I'll
ask you the details of my funeral.
I Imagine the look on your face then..
My funny valentine, Pallbearer of my dreams..
When you see that Ive given up the mud and shovel
to stand and work in such a morbid place at your side
and not in the hole I've been digging since the dawn of us that wouldn't.
