so fierce? How does one continue on in life? One just does, simply does Nothing can pay back the price of a life This is a black funeral march This isn
Leave you layin' on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your momma in all black with a matchin' purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts What
[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
people into the houses And not seeing the beings crowding around me With ice picks, you could see them But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral
When mi bad, mi bad fi yah 'cause Fi mi baddness nuh put pon pause Mi no tek no talk from gyal Gyal dis me, arrange burial Dress up inna black and go funeral
Ain't no gentlemen here hiding wings The devil himself would be puzzled to give Any reasons to sink his fingers in All this voodoo and black magic Doing
buy a house on Washatona Fresh gotta Burben, pearl white with T.V.'s My clique ain't hurtin, haul to the bank First N.B.C. Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black
Into damnation all will fall Chapels of black unholy demons Chanting the words of the funeral rites Pure holocaust Chanting the words of the funeral rites Chapels of black
. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march
The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral march
keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral march
keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral march
's an iron man of the grave Laughing and turning the cross upside down BLACK SABBATH War pigs, the snout full of rat salad They march to the electric funeral
of serenity thinks it's fun, gotcha building your own funeral pyre. You're told to march, told how to feel, hot knives, cold cold steel. Your cruel black
As you might remember the funeral of mine After great battle where I was dying But I return to dwell back on earth to spread The black seeds of hell to
journey I'm Satan and Satan is me Finding myself through this experience Wash away all that ever was... My life is a funeral ceremony As I march through
The hearse marches into work, in black and white uniform Dressed for that funeral, not a fly viewing his burial Yeah see those reclaiming, through revolving
The herd marches in to work In black and white uniform Dressed for their funeral Nine to five viewing and burial The CEO's wrangle 'em in Through revolving
