Oh, Funeral!

by The Parking Lots

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Oh, Funeral! is about death

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The Great Lakes have dried and now we drive
We're so safe, in search of passive mist
I feel sick of flags and benefits
A suicide to save the human race
And I read it in a letter on a Saturday
The pavement will be eaten by the words you say
And I read it in a letter on a Saturday
The pavement will be eaten by the words you say
The graveyard is such a quiet place
You seldom see a color lacking gray
You were alive now you're six feet underground
By monuments of those that let you down
I read it in a letter on a Saturday
The pavement will be eaten by the words you say

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released December 7, 2010
Terrence Adams - Vox, Guitar
Kyle Wills - Vox, Drums

Written by Jared Phillips, Adam Elliott and Terrence Adams

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