I’m coming up only to hold you under
And coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard; we wonder…
To know you all wrong; we warn.
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Really too late to call,
So we wait for; morning to wake you
Is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn.
At every occasion, I’ll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it’s called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
I’m coming up only to show you down for
And coming up only to show you wrong.
To the outside: the dead leaves lay on the lawn
For they don’t have trees to hang their own.
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
At every occasion
I’ll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more
It’s called the funeral
At every occasion
Oh, I’m ready for the funeral
Every occasion
Of one billion day funeral