Four people are dressed in black
down on their way to a funeral
in a four-way smash
And my c__e is on the dashboard
my boys are in the back
But you don't love me yet
so I try another tack
and the wheels on this car sing
the funeral blues

And I'm trying to hail a taxi
while your raising down the hill
sixteen RPM to tell me that you love me still
But it's unscripted theater
and no one pays the bill
and I can't get my fill
and yes, I love you still
Ofcourse I do

Just trying to make some sense
out of this funeral blues

I was so indifferent about what tomorrow would bring
I danced a Russian ballet through the Paparazzi sting
And I keep telling ya,
to do your own thing,
but then you just can't live without me
And the nature of beauty,
for me is in the part,
that keeps it's independent spirit
so I sing it from my heart
Tonight I feel wonderful
with the funeral blues

I'm sick I'm tired
I'm trying to force a smile
Im staring at your face
From across the cinema aisle
and your boyfriend is pretty
but he got no sense of style
So it's you and me, get off to the mountain
You and me make love in Florence
and let the optimists and cynics fight it out,
find out about the funeral blues

He'll turn up with a switchblade
and an angelic face
Unscrupulous and ruthless
with his fingers on your waist
He never said he loved you but he's offering a taste
A taste, my darling
Of your funeral blues

A taste, my darling
Of your funeral blues

Oooh
Your funeral blues

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