Whispering Glades

When you're dead and buried with a smile painted on your face

Your eulogy like poetry, flowers overwhelming the wake

Well, I'm sure as in you life there will be beautiful women there in your death

Crying out, they swear they will love you until their very own last dying breath

'Cause you just have this way of charming those

Who catch your eye like shiny things

With a face made for daytime TV shows

You're a nightmare disguised as a good dream

When she wants a garden, you give her a rose

Just the taste of something you could give her but you won't

When she wants a garden, you give her a rose

And you know it

You just have your ways, what with all of those

Grotesque displays of love you show

Ripped from pages of books, every word which you know

And recite back to them as if they were your own

I feel sorry for them because how could they know

'Til they've died by your hands, 'til they've felt the cold

Cut of your sharp tongue with your delusions of grandeur

Yeah you give nothing and you think it too much

And when she wants a garden, you give her a rose

And I'll bet you have to hide your grin as you watch it die in your arms

When she wants a garden, you give her a rose

And you know it

When you've dearly departed

There will be all of those broken hearted

But I'll have a smile painted on my face

There's a spot in the grass waiting for you at whispering glades

And Hollywood suits you darling

I think you should stay