Singing From the Grave

Celebrating life alone
Tight with one single stone
Engravings and heart for soul
Singing out with the folks
I am down with my corpse alone
The graveyard is my home
So I don’t need your precious rose, 'cause I’m already in the mud
I’m looking over people
They are stadning with tears in their eyes
I’m laughing about my own nest
Is this really how things turned out?
It ain’t so easy for me now
As they are holding a speech for me
It ain’t so easy for me now
As I am dead as I should be