Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day? Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone And who's so lucky but to have a few dear souls tried and true? And could you even hear the brassy sounds of those last bells crying out? I'm just a dark horse with a pale heart on a cold night for a long walk Just a dead flame fuck the old game lay me down now I've got a new naaaaaaame Would anyone show up with a few last words to say? And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave? Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play The tune could flutter on into an evening sun And who's so lucky but to have a few dear souls tried and true? There won't be a Chorus from a crowd just the crickets chirping loud... I'm just a dark horse with a pale heart on a cold night for a long walk Just a dead flame fuck the old game lay me down now I've got a new naaaaaaame (quick transition to next set of chords)