Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally they have someone to say it to. They have friends and family, And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
You can't quit until you try You can't live until you die You can't learn to tell the truth Until you learn to lie
You can't breathe until you choke You gotta laugh when you're the joke There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive
Just open your eyes Just open your eyes And see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?
I know some things that you don't I've done things that you won't There's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
I was waiting for my hearse What came next was so much worse It took a funeral to make me feel alive
Just open your eyes Just open your eyes And see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?
Alive... Just open your eyes Just open your eyes And see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?
Just open your eyes Just open your eyes And see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?
Just open your eyes Just open your eyes And see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?