Shopping For Coffins Songtext
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Shopping for coffins
There's no way to know
If the grey one is the right one
So I try to move slow.
But mother and sister
And the funeral guy
Are waiting, and your body
Is now drying nigh.
Wth cold enough blood
For you to hear me
In a vault in the mud.
So I'm shopping for coffins
In a room where you stood
And I'm telling our mother,
"The grey one seems good."
I can't hit the high notes
The way that I should.
And I can't be the person
That at one time I could.
So I'm shopping for coffins,
And they know I won't pay.
So Mom says, "The grey one,"
And we walk away.
I can't hit the high notes
There's no way to know
If the grey one is the right one
So I try to move slow.
But mother and sister
And the funeral guy
Are waiting, and your body
Is now drying nigh.
Wth cold enough blood
For you to hear me
In a vault in the mud.
So I'm shopping for coffins
In a room where you stood
And I'm telling our mother,
"The grey one seems good."
I can't hit the high notes
The way that I should.
And I can't be the person
That at one time I could.
So I'm shopping for coffins,
And they know I won't pay.
So Mom says, "The grey one,"
And we walk away.
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