Gypsy Funeral - Molotov Jukebox

Wearing black,

the boys raise you up, there’s no turning back,

With all their strength (?)

They lower you down into the ground,

I used to look up to you now I look down,

There’s wood in between

you and me,

Handfuls of dirt in between

Underneath, I’m lacy and red like you said I should wear

(wolf whistle)

For you to take a peek,

underneath,

well you still

need a drink when you’re dead,

cold in between

my thighs,

empty and cold in between

Stop, stop stop,

I can’t breathe,

pour, pour me another drink

so I can sing the melody

I find you in

lalalalala lalalalalala

lalalalalala lalala

lalalalala lalalalalala

Played with the best of them

back in spain,

throw you head first into your grave (?)

I’d follow you if only I was that brave,

instead

I look for you in between

breast and bones (?)

you order my drinks in between

Stop, stop stop,

I’m pacing in between rooms,

are you doing the same?

There’ll be another funeral soon!

Stop, stop stop,

I can’t breathe,

pour, pour me another drink

so I can sing the melody

I find you in

lalalalala lalalalalala

lalalalalala lalala

lalalalala lalalalalala

Stop, stop stop,

I can’t breathe,

pour, pour me another drink

so I can sing the melody

I find you in

lalalalala lalalalalala

lalalalalala lalala

lalalalala lalalalalala

Stop, stop stop,

I can’t breathe,

pour, pour me another drink

so I can sing the melody

I find you in

lalalalala lalalalalala

lalalalalala lalala

lalalalala lalalalalala

Stop, stop stop,

I can’t breathe,

pour, pour me another drink

so I can sing the melody

I find you in