What Beadie Said

Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?

Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground

Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay

Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone

And who's so lucky

But to have a few dear souls tried and true?

And could you even hear the brassy sounds

Of the last bells crying out?

I'm just a dark horse

With a pale heart

On a cold night

For a long walk

Just a dead flame

Fuck this old game

Lay me down now

I've got a new name

Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?

And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?

Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play

The tune could flutter on into an evening sun

And who's so lucky

But to have a few dear souls tried and true?

There won't be a chorus from a crowd

Just the crickets chirping loud...