La da dee dee da dee da dee day
La da dee dee da dee da dee day

The day of a funeral
The mourners dressed in black
They came to say their piece and go
No, they're not looking back!

I was the first to arrive
And the last one to leave
Time ticked on without me
While I waded through the grief

I'm drowning in my goodbyes
When I start to realize
I'm not quite sure who died
Until a chill runs up my spine

Six feet under
And now I start to wonder
If, for all this time
Perhaps the funeral was mine...

I know I can't be mad
But I'm absolutеly livid!
To think that I was dead...!
When I thought that I was living...!!
Just take mе as I am
A memory so vivid...
And savor all the parts you can
Cuz no one mourns the wicked!

La da dee dee da dee da dee day
Absolutely livid!

La da dee dee da dee da dee day
A memory so vivid...

No one mourns the wicked!

Here lies our dearly beloved
Who suffered a lack of common sense
And though we'll miss her
The best thing to do here is let the dead rest

This is the part where the real work starts
Where I reap what I've sown, and own up

When the harvest begins
Let it wash away my sins

Never tilled a field with seeds to grow
Never watered, weeded, picked or eaten
Anything of my own, on my own
But I know I've got to
Tend to the ends I loosened over time
And put out the bridges I set on fire

That's right, it's gonna take a while
To clean up the mess I left behind

This is the part where the real work starts
The real work starts
Where I reap what I've sown, and own up
And pay what I owe



If after all this time
You find I'm all but timid
Bear in mind that turning tides
Could leave an ocean winded

My heart will only grow with me
Who owes to mend it
And as seasons come and go
Living on becomes the ending

I know I shouldn't laugh
But it's hard not to do
The shallow grave my temple claimed
Was just the hole I dug myself into
Just take me as I am
A memory so vivid...
And then savor all the parts you can, cuz
No one mourns the wicked!

We all could use some mending!

Living on becomes the ending!

A memory so vivid...

No one mourns the wicked, Ohhh-

No one mourns the wicked