Funeral

Lyrics

Your dead are buried, ours are reborn You clean up the ashes while we light the fire They're queuing up to dance on socialism's grave This funeral is for the wrong corpse This is my testimony A dinosaur's confession But how can something really be dead When it hasn't even happened? Democracy is an alibi The peaceful country is an ordered cemetery What you call a sane man is now an impotent man This funеral is for the wrong corpse This is my testimony A dinosaur's confеssion But how can something really be dead When it hasn't even happened? Smart bombs replace the dumb bombs We can aim right into someone's kitchen Hard rice sprays from the cooking pot Into the eyes delicate jelly When the natural order gets unruly The cost of living starts going up "Coo what a scorcher!" "Are you ashamed of your bum?" This funeral is for the wrong corpse This is my testimony A dinosaur's confession But how can something really be dead When it hasn't even happened? Your dead are buried, ours are reborn You clean up the ashes while we light the fire They're queuing up to dance on socialism's grave This funeral is for the wrong corpse This funeral is wrong for the corpse