The World/Inferno Friendship Society
This Packed Funeral
Flirting with disaster... hey, Disaster!
Swooning over hope... goodnight, Hope!

Crumpled dresses and nicotine stains
Damn the consequences
And consequently damned
Arguing with exes in the bathroom
Smooching and doing dope

Walking with disaster... wait up, Disaster!
Waking up with hope... good morning, Hope!

Being more polite to strangers
Than to your oldest friends
Linger over embraces wander off before the end
Not acknowledging apologies
Distracted lies, repetitious old gossip...

People are getting in fights
People are falling in love
Dodging bullets so
Long it's the only
Skill you're sure of
Wondering, wonderment
It's not just a matter of time
Ain't none of us helpless, just hoping to influence
At this packed funeral, sing