What Beadie Said

Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?
 Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground
 Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay
 Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone
 And who's so lucky
 But to have a few dear souls tried and true?
 And could you even hear the brassy sounds
 Of the last bells crying out?
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 I'm just a dark horse
 With a pale heart
 On a cold night
 For a long walk
 Just a dead flame
 Fuck this old game
 Lay me down now
 I've got a new name
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 Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
 And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
 Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
 The tune could flutter on into an evening sun
 And who's so lucky
 But to have a few dear souls tried and true?
 There won't be a chorus from a crowd
 Just the crickets chirping loud...