THE WAKE

Lyrics for THE WAKE

Can you stop putting fags out in the quiche please? We all chipped in for the spread Don't cling to the buffet table on your knees please You're not the only one sad it's dead You've got ash on the vol-au-vents and the prawn rings It's the only reason people come to these things You're going nowhere fast, you're going nowhere far And you're not gonna fix it at the bar You can't make up with a vodka soda for every single mistake And nobody likes a pensive drunk at a wake They killed it on the TV They killed it on the radio They killed it in the magazines Now they're selling t-shirts, mugs and yo-yos They killed it on the internet We're still trying to get over it It's gonna take more than a secret cigarette And the arse end of a pack of Polos And they buried it with all of the pages And with everything it moulded since day And to render it forgotten for the ages They tucked it in with a hundred tons of clay And the people hold their pamphlets whilst queuing at the bar And they squeeze their prayer books between their knees They bitch and moan until they call a car They gather in the flowers before the freeze And they struggle to remember the day it died All of their memories are dancing in a glimpse They can't recall the lessons left behind But it's clear things have been different ever since