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Oh I can see them now
Clutching a hankerchief
And blowing me a kiss
Discreetly asking how
How came he died so young
Or was he very old
Is the body still warm
Or is it already cold
All doors are open wide
They grope around inside
At my desk my drawers my trunk
There's nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
And an old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare
And now all they do is laugh

Oh I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a seargant at arms
At a policeman's ball
And everybody's pushing
To be the first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten cent valentine
The old women are there
Too old to give a damn
They've brought along the kids
Who don't know who I am
They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn't nice
For now they'll have to pay

Oh I see all of you
All of my phoney friends
Who can't wait for it ends
Who can't wait till it's through
Oh I see all of you
You've been laughing all these years
Now all that you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah you don't even know
That you're entering your hell
As you leave my cemetary
You think you're doing well
With that one who's at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah she's going to make you cry
But not the way you cried for me

Oh I can see me now
So cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die
In my field of little bones
Oh I can see me now
I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I/m on
Without a love without a friend
Now all this that I see
Is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve
To say these things to me
No girls just bread and water
And your money you must save
For there'll be nothing left for us
When you're dead and in your grave
Oh I can see them now   Clutching a hankerchief   And blowing me a kiss   Discreetly asking how   How came he died so young   Or was he very old   Is the body still warm   Or is it already cold   All doors are open wide   They grope around inside   At my desk my drawers my trunk   There's nothing left to hide   Some love letters are there   And an old photograph   They've laid my poor soul bare   And now all they do is laugh      Oh I can see them all   So formal and so stiff   Like a seargant at arms   At a policeman's ball   And everybody's pushing   To be the first in line   Their hearts upon their sleeves   Like a ten cent valentine   The old women are there   Too old to give a damn   They've brought along the kids   Who don't know who I am   They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet   What they're thinking isn't nice   For now they'll have to pay      Oh I see all of you   All of my phoney friends   Who can't wait for it ends   Who can't wait till it's through   Oh I see all of you   You've been laughing all these years   Now all that you have left   Are a few crocodile tears   Ah you don't even know   That you're entering your hell   As you leave my cemetary   You think you're doing well   With that one who's at your side   You're as proud as you can be   Ah she's going to make you cry   But not the way you cried for me      Oh I can see me now   So cold and so alone   As the flowers slowly die   In my field of little bones   Oh I can see me now   I can see me at the end   Of this voyage that I/m on   Without a love without a friend   Now all this that I see   Is not what I deserve   They really have a nerve   To say these things to me   No girls just bread and water   And your money you must save   For there'll be nothing left for us   When you're dead and in your grave
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