I'm coming up only to hold you under And coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard; we wonder... To know you all wrong; we warn.
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
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 At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral
I'm coming up only to show you down for And coming up only to show you wrong.
To the outside: the dead leaves lay on the lawn For they don't have trees to hang their own.
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more It's called the funeral At every occasion Oh, I'm ready for the funeral Every occasion Of one billion day funeral