Sunken Eye - Funeral on Friday - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Sunken Eye - Funeral on Friday lyrics

Artist: Sunken Eye

album: Funeral on Friday

Driving down docs of burking streets
These houses build's so incomplete
Inside lie dying families
Dad works too much to ever see
His own kids, mom's drinking just to cope with the week
They all turn into shells of who they wanna be
One son turns left into the drugs
The other one never felt what it's like to love
Everyone tryna tell them what they need
On the wall hangs the photo of the fake
Smiles that haunt them every day
Living lives that no one can believe
Everyone dies on the weekend
Tell me what we're thinking
Tell me what to mix what's the shit that we drinking
Funeral on Friday that's just how the world turns
Walk up to the casket watch who you used to be burn
Funeral on Friday
Funeral on Friday
Through the years they lie right through their teeth
'Cause they know the neighborhood came to complete
Meanwhile their kid is standing on the brink
Send him to a good school we can't afford
Go to church every week and give the rest to the lord
And maybe your last name will be the one to be
Our son's not sad no he's just bored
Somebody locked up at the door
He's in there letting his blood pour
I just hear him fall on the floor
Everything's alright?
Tell me what we're thinking
Tell me what to mix what's the shit that we drinking
Funeral on Friday that's just how the world turns
Walk up to the casket watch who you used to be burn
Funeral on Friday

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