
No one will say that he was greedy
A dead man is always generous
Don't speak ill of the dear departed
Not so much said for the rest of us
You'll love me when I'm dead
As much as you all hate me now
The miracle of life
Will bless me when I take that bow
At every funeral I see them
More mourners than would speak to me
Sharing their words of love and wisdom
Remaking who they used to be
She was a wreck, wasn't she funny
He liked to kick dogs, how unique
She loved to travel and go shopping
He liked to upgrade her physique
I know I'm a downer, just ignore me, I'll bide my time
I can't wait to finally hear what's good about me
Cuz every
body in the ground's worth ten times one up here




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