Funeral Parade Lyrics

Someone call a doctor

I think I'm bleeding out

She's applying pressure

But I still have my doubts

There's Kerosene

Pumping through my veins

And you're the matchbook

With some hell to pay

That's the way that it goes

Keeps you on your toes

Easy does it now

We'll be okay some how

Well It's a nice day

for A funeral parade

They're all dying to get here

Just to get away

Blackbirds are calling

Have you heard the news

Theres a new religion

it's up to you to choose

Well it's a nice day

To pay your respects

The pale rider's coming

And he always collects

Well It's a nice day

for A funeral parade

They're all dying to get here

Just to get away