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
They’re dead and 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
They’re dead and 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