Funerals

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

Death by my side.

We walk down that aisle

Between mourners

And those select others.

Tears wet the ground

Where no trees will ever

Thrive or grow.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

With nothing on my mind

I loved my life

So full of lies

Now it's time to

Lay down and die

Death grabs my hand

And whispers softly:

'Follow me.'

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

Death's associate is what I am

Helping others to leave

And those who are just

Passing by.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats.