Bank On The Funeral - Matt Maeson

I bank on the funeral

'Cause I learned all my lessons that way

I chipped from my heaven’s sin

Until I stole everything that I made

And this millstone is heavy as hell

And I can’t see so well

And I still feel the swell

And my hands and my feet are expelled

Better dead than in hell

And again with the swell

I bank on the funeral

'Cause the truth is alive;

it’s okay

The salt was in other words

More flavorful in those days

And this millstone is heavy as hell

And I can’t see so well

And I still feel the swell

And my hands and my feet are expelled

Better dead than in hell

And again with the swell

Only lesson learned could tell

Better dead than in hell

Only lesson learned could tell

Better dead than in hell

Only lesson learned could tell

Better dead than in hell