Funeral Song from DCWA Demos by Drinking Contest With ALF

Haven't been to any of my dead friends funerals
Not even my best friends dads
It seems like even when it can't get worse
I know deep down it can
And I'm fucking conflicted.
I'm damn near torn to shreds
My head hurts and my body aches
and I can't fall asleep in my own bed.

Ate dinner at his house
a week before he drank himself to death
and it was scary as hell to imagine the way that his kids felt
it really fucked me up
I broke down crying in the auditorium
and I was bracing myself
for the hell that was to come

Why is it
That the good ones gotta go
and leave us here
all alone
his house hasn't been the same since.

• Punk
• experimental
• folk punk
• spoken word
• Saint George