Welcome to my funeral

welcome to my funeral
been waitin for long
they were gonna bury me, 'fore you came
but how do i go
without even a goodbye
without a cry, a hug, a sigh
without a sign of love
without a sign of pain
without a sign of grief at parting
without at least a drop of your tear , wetting my cold, cold cheeks.


and so, i waited
held on, hung on
but time's running out, love,
and lo! here comes Yama
on his black steed,
oh! curse my bad Karma
doomed for eternity.
i ll b chained n pulled
n pulled n pulled
till the rocks cut into my limbs
as bloody as hell
like a worm cut in two;
i ll thrash n thrash n thrash on the ground
till my heart is plucked out -
n it blasts without a sound:
then, lifeless n heartless, as dead as a stone,
i ll b gone, far far away.


but still some light, somewhere, flickers n moans.
And i'm still hanging on
this one last breath (i had saved it for you)
it seems so late
i'm slipping, slipping away, far...
but no, no, i aint cribbing,
cos death just saved me.
its better to kiss its cold, icy hands
than hear a cheater's song
sung over'n'over again
its better to mercifully kill off
than torture than pain, than hurt ,
you must come, now, won't you?
to enjoy my funeral-
i would be waiting for you, just for you, you know.
to hear your mirthful laughs,
mocking me,
as i lay, six feet under the heavy earth
to see your smiling face
as rats scramble all over me,
nibbling at my decaying self -
but, no, no, i aint cribbing.
cos death just saved me.

welcome dear, to my funeral,
the darkness, the cold, the chill:
does it make you feel creepy, dear?
(think of me, this my home for ever)
in this lovely graveyeard, am cold, damn cold;
wouldn't you for love's sake warm me up?
but, hey! dont answer,
i dont give a damn.
cos i m dead man, i m dead n gone.
but, no, no, i aint cribbing,
cos death just saved me.
yeah, death just saved me.

Go away, my love,
just go, get lost.
but bade me luck 'fore you go,
am going far..
with nerves all numb
n veins that carry warm blood no more
but its not all empty,
as you may think it may be..
there s hurt, n hatred n humiliation,
it courses through me,
it slithers through me,
like a serpent on the grass...
but no, i aint cribbing,
cos death just saved me.
and brought me back for you,
dead and dreary,
and you'll learn to regret, my love,
you'll learn to regret my death.