The Funeral Song Lyrics

6 am on Sunday morning when they came around
Put on the darkest clothes and try to blend into the crowd
Wish I could join, shed a tear
Say how great I was
6 am on Sunday morning

Bring me flowers
Say goodbye then, please
Put me to rest

Life is a mess that makes you mad
You try so hard to make it count
That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad
'Cause in the end you realize
You already been through hell

Should've been a bit more honest to myself sometimes
Got stuck in all the drama, man, I was way too nice
So many things I'd like to say
But I'll keep my feelings under ground
Now if I'm just bеing honest
(I just wish that you would)

Bring me flowers
Say goodbyе then, please
Put me to rest

Life is a mess that makes you mad
You try so hard to make it count
That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad
'Cause in the end you realize
You already been through hell

Life is a mess that makes you mad
I tried so hard to make it count
But now that I'm done
I find it's really not sad
'Cause in the end I realize
That I have no problems left