This is the story of a girl; a girl who died;
She never tried to hide, the way she lived.
And now there's going to be a show. It's called a
funeral.
Their plan was pastoral; to mourn the fact she died.
I'll be there up a head, just to make a start to the
funeral,
That will split apart ideas of death in this town.
We're all invited to the funeral, We knew her long
ago
But but now we know she's passed away.
We're all invited to the funeral
So we can let them know, she's passed away.
Come hear this story of a girl, someone who cared,
All turns in life she dared, before she died.
And now the people gather round, they heard the story
told
Of how this girl of gold has passed away...
I know she will appreciate to be in astral wait
Watching in her timeless state as we celebrate
Remember how her eyes would shine, her loving face,
Another time, the angel in our mind
That did split apart, ideas of life in this town.
We're all invited to the funeral show
We love her still but know,
She's passed away
We're all invited to the funeral show
A carnival to show,
She's passed away.
Start of The Funeral Show (mp3)(work in progress - May 03)
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