Funeral March-from the album How We Prospered by Gothic Americana band Strawfoot.
Crooked man with a crooked nose
crooked neck and a funeral rose
wretched, righteous, a life withdrawn
I'm marching on
My praying hands, they've been stained with blood
A broken man, baptized in the mud
My former self has all but died and gone
I'm moving on
Good riddance to you, you're in the clear
You've watched me dying, never shed a tear
I used to be a man till lines were drawn
I'm marching on
I took my sins to the river bank
Cast them out, and they finally sank
I tried to pray, but I lost the words
Voice trailed off like a flock of birds
I gave you everything till everything was gone
I'm marching on
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