Funeral Party

Mom, you can stop pretending now

Because daddy ain't home

Dry your fake tears and put your black dress

We're going to his fucking funeral

I dug a hole in the ground

It's deep enough, I tired

So you can put his body there

When nobody's around

I'll bring some whisky to celebrate

No more tears, no mere lies

Shovel by boring shovel, keep working

The misery love comes too late

Here we go !

Welcome to our funeral...


Lucas Silva Martinelli