T.S.O.L. (TSOL) - Funeral March lyrics

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Cry above the nameless grave

But all that's there is motionless

Angels sob with vermin's fangs

A funeral dirge drifts slowly by

Puppets they who come and go

And laugh but smile no more

Evil things in robes of sorrow

They are neither man nor woman

Hear the menace of their tones

In the silent watch of the night