A funeral, after all.

lyrics After everything....... then what?

So there's this kid in class today,
For once, disapproving,
I heard him preach in the yard,
his heart beating the schooling.

He said, "A class act, in fact,
is cold,
systematic.
I was caught once throwing arms,
but have no way to prove it.

bibically, my dying dad left a shovel,
but i've got no arms to it,
or lose it.

Assembly faculty meeting,
my teachers decided what i should decide on,
or hide from.

The kids brother must have died that day.
No one was laughing.
The keys to the van aren't where you left them,
and no one remembers.

It gets better.

Assembling faceting feeling's
my pupils breathe indecisively,
and crack,
inky black,
"Cool tattoo,
But I wonder the meaning?"

And what would your mother think?
It's a funeral after all.


and what will your mother think?
the funeral's over again.
don't over think it;
it's a funeral after all.