Runabout psychedelic-surf / Praha

Runabout - Funeral Flowers

FUNERAL FLOWERS

Funeral flowers on my grave
Funeral flowers, immaculate bouquet
Watch them wither and decay
It was a touching gesture anyway
It makes me glad that I am dead

Funeral flowers on the funeral pyre
Dress me in the finest attire
Black smoke rises to the sky
Black smoke rises, I never felt more alive
It makes me glad that I am dead

And the funeral pyre burns on and on
And the funeral flowers wither in the sun