I'm coming up only to hold you under And coming up only to show you're wrong
And to know you is hard, we wonder To know you all wrong, we warn
Oooooooooooh Oooooooooooh
Really too late to call, so we wait for Morning to wake you is all we got
To know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, they warn
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
And every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
And every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you're down for
And coming up only to show you're wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang upon
Oooooooooooh Oooooooooooh
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
And every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
And every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
