Late To A Funeral

[jeff robertson]

(as recorded by Flvxxvm Florvm)

verse:

If I'm late for a funeral, it's probably my own.
Lord, call my spirit home.

Hear the bells tollin', and all the people moan.
Lord, call my spirit home.

bridge:

DON'T KNOW WHAT KINDA TROUBLE TROUBLES I GOT.
DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M COLD OR HOT.
BUT I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.

AIN'T NO HEAVEN AND IT AIN'T NO HELL.
IN THE GROUND IS WHERE I DWELL.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.

WORMS CRAWL IN AND WORMS CRAWL OUT.
CAN'T DO A THING BUT I WANT TO SHOUT.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.

I CAN HEAR SOMEBODY KNOCK.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE DEVIL OR GOD.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF ROT.

(solo)

chorus:

No I really don't mind if I don't get there in time
to see them lay body in the ground.
Long as I'm not late to reach the pearly gates
not too late to get my starry crown.

[Nigel (spOOn) Clements]

Late to a Funeral by spOOn

Even if you're like Nick Fury
Imbibing on the elixir of life
Or if you're just like Steve Rogers
Enfused with super soldier serum

So
No no no no no matter what you do
No no no no no matter who you are
Doesn't really matter how you live your life
'cause you'll still never ever ever be late
To a funeral

When Jesus Christ
Smiles on you
You know it's time to go
So pack your bags
For that special trip
To that place beyond
Everything you know

Like Nick Fury
Like Steve Rogers
Like Nick Fury
Like Steve Rogers

Even if you think you'll live forever
If you're an Asgardian God
You know Ragnarok is just around the corner
And pretty soon you'll be face up in the sod

So
No no no no no matter what you do
No no no no no matter who you are
Doesn't really matter how you live your life
'cause you'll still never ever ever be late
To a funeral

So
No no no no no matter what you do
No no no no no matter who you are
Doesn't really matter how you live your life
'cause you'll still never ever ever be late
To a funeral

[Geoff WreckdoM]

Late To A Funeral
by WreckdoM

I was a rat
Pinched by the Cops
I ratted out
Every mother fucking one
Now I sleep
Among the fish
My bloated corpse
Tied to a brick
You’ll never see me again
No body will pay respects
My Momma Don’t Know
My Papa Don’t Know
Another Unmarked Gravesite

My hands are tied
My mouth is gagged
Photographed in my Eyes
Is my dying breath
A ramble tamble
A drifter, hitcher
Buried on the highway
Under the gravel
You’ll never see me again
No body will pay respects
My Momma Don’t Know
My Papa Don’t Know
Another Unmarked Gravesite

My life is empty
I rest among the trees
Around my neck
A eulogy
I found the way
To be truly free
Now I'm just a speck
Within History
You’ll never see me again
No body will pay respects
My Momma Don’t Know
My Papa Don’t Know
Another Unmarked Gravesite

Lap Steele Guitar & Backing Vocals by Kweep
More Backing Vocals by Judge Wooly

[The Weakest Suit]

Song Fight Song 006
Late To A Funeral (or Three Ways To Get Out After You Got It On)

(The Sugar Shaker verse: a dumb excuse for a dumb girl)
Hey Sugar, I gotta go
I've gotta work in the morning
Don't you know
The shipment comes it at a quarter to four
I've gotta be there early to get the stock on the floor
I gotta go
But your little white belly looked good in the afterglow

(Ran Away to Paris verse: an ambitious excuse for an ambitious girl)
Hey girl, I can't stay
I've got an early appointment
And I can't be late
This could be the opportunity of a lifetime
I've gotta get a good sleep so I can shine
I can't stay
But thanks for all the lessons in Japanese on what to say

(Evil April verse: an outrageous excuse for an outrageous girl)
Hey April, I gotta run
I'm late to a funeral
It's just begun
Don't give me that look
I can't control who lives and dies
But I've gotta be a stand-up guy
So, I gotta run
But I'm glad you finally changed your mind, I'll call you when everything's done.

© 2007 Weakest Suit Songs

[Rabid Garfunkel]

Late to a Funeral
by Civil Offense

Hey hey federales
It's time to look the other way
I'm slipping 'cross the border
You just count that extra pay

I'm late to a funeral
I'm late to a funeral
I'm late to a funeral

I got a date with the bruja
Before the sun goes down
It's Dia De Los Muertos
What goes around comes around

I'm late to a funeral
I'm late to a funeral
I'm late to a funeral

Parades in the streets
Kids with sugar skulls for treats
Coyote's hunting witches
Coyote's hunting witches

Desert sun on my battered hat
El Niño blows the dust around
Ocotillo's flipping off the sun
Coyote's run her to the ground

I'm late for a funeral
I'm late for her funeral
I'm late for her funeral

She turned her back
I gave her two to the head
Now her husk of parched flesh
Will be a testament to the dead

I'm late to a funeral
I'm late to a funeral
I'm late to a funeral

[EmbersOfAutumn]

Late to a Funeral
Embers of Autumn

I’m late to a funeral
I’m late to my very own
I’m late to a place I never
wanted to go.

I’m late to a funeral
I’m late cause I’m not quite ready
Just wait, cause I don’t wanna go
just yet.

There must be some mistake.
This can’t be right.
I can’t see myself at this gravesite.
The people are all here and black is the new trend,
But I’m not ready to see the end.

So I’m late to a funeral.
I’m late to my final day.
And no one could make this
feel right for me.

Just give me some more time.
All I ask is one more week
To give my last goodbyes.
then you can take me to this bleak
excuse of the last beats of my heart
my last stare before it all becomes dark
and my last breath escaping my lips
surrendering my final life’s wish
that things won’t change…
things won’t change…
things won’t change…

But for now…
I’m late to a funeral.
I’m there, now it all can begin
The time, I guess, is finally here…