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mccarthy - the funeral كلمات أغنية

mother they were lowering
slowly into her grave
and the good priest was speaking of
the happiness above

here below
where man was made to work and weep
we must walk
through evil lands and vales of suffering

suddenly, a shout
blew the ceremony
the undertaker’s man came running
and waved a piece of paper

“sir, this bill,”
he sought to let the undertaker know
“it’s not paid”
“well, stop the show,” his master said

the gravediggers raised the corpse
and waited patiently at hand
the priest hissed in some dismay
“is this quite the time or place?”

venomously, father said
“we’ll have the money tuesday”
the undertaker had to laugh
“well, tuesday she’ll be buried”
“charity!”
wept the priest in utter disbelief
father aimed a blow
the undertaker said

“business is business, man
and that coffin is worth a lot
open it up right away, boys
there are others who can pay”

here below
where man was made to work and weep
we must walk
through evil lands and vales of suffering

- mccarthy

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