Songtext zu 'Wicked (feat. Eleanor Forte)' von Crusher-P

La la la dee da dee da
La la la dee da dee da

The day of a funeral
The mourners dressed in black
They came to say their piece and go
No, they're not looking back

I was the first to arrive
And the last one to leave
Time ticked on without me
While I waded through the grief

I'm drowning in my goodbyes
When I start to realize
I'm not quite sure who died
Until a chill runs up my spine

Six feet under
And now I start to wonder
If for all this time
Perhaps the funeral was mine

I know I can't be mad
But I'm absolutely livid
To think that I was dead
When I thought that I was living

Just take me as I am
A memory so vivid
And savor all the parts you can
'Cause no one mourns the wicked!

La da da da dee da da
Absolutely livid
La da da da dee da da
A memory so vivid
No one mourns the wicked

Here lies our dearly beloved
Who suffered a lack of common sense
And though we'll miss her
The best thing to do here is let the dead rest

This is the part where the real work starts
Where I reap what I've sown, and own up
When the harvest begins
Let it wash away my sins

Never tilled a field with seeds to grow
Never watered, weeded, picked or eaten
Anything of my own, on my own
But I know I've got to

Tend to the ends I loosened over time
And put out the bridges I set on fire
That's right, it's gonna take a while
To clean up the mess I left behind, 'cause

This is the part where the real work starts
The real work starts, the real work starts
Where I reap what I've sown and own up
And pay what I owe

If after all this time
You find I'm all but timid
Bear in mind that turning tides
Could leave an ocean winded

My heart will only grow with me
Who owes to mend it
And as seasons come and go
Living on becomes the ending

I know I shouldn't laugh
But it's hard not to do
The shallow grave my temple claimed
Was just the hole I dug myself into

Just take me as I am
A memory so vivid
And then savor all the parts you can, 'cause
No one mourns the wicked

We all could use some mending
Living on becomes the ending
A memory so vivid
No one mourns the wicked
No one mourns the wicked