Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?
Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground
Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay
Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone
And who's so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
And could you even hear the brassy sounds
of the last bells crying out?
I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, I've got a new name
Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
The tune could flutter on into an evening sun
And who's so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
There won't be a chorus from a crowd
just the crickets chirping loud...
I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, I've got a new name