Sally's Funeral Lyrics

I'm a boy with charisma.
I write heartfelt stories but my spellin' is abysmal.
Stain on society.
Clone Generation-X hypocrity.
Shakin' index finger (tisk tisk tisk)
A pretty girl like you should never take no risk.
A seven-letter word for rot-fest.
Fill in lightly, hope for the best.
She was so pretty, what a tragedy.
Take a vacation, this one's on me.
Her nails are rusty, she was busty.
Place to be coffin's musty.
Please, Please, Please, Please, Please!

Let's go to Sally's (Funeral)!
Step on the gas, we'll make it to mass; I feel it in my bones!

They say I killed her (No, no, no)
With liquor and a steering wheel.
It gives me shivers.
Can't tell the difference between fake and real.
Want me in a cell.
I'm gonna need a little luck.
Wanna send me to Hell.
But the truth is that I just don't give a fuck.

Let's go to Sally's (Funeral)!
Step on the gas, we'll make it to mass; I feel it in my bones!
Let's go to Sally's (Funeral)!
Step on the gas, we'll make it to mass; I feel it in my bones!