The Funeral Song

G B C 6 am on Sunday morning when they came around G B C Put on the darkest clothes and try to blend into the crowd G B C Wish I could join, shed a tear Em G Say how great I was B C 6 am on Sunday morning G B Bring me flowers Em C Say goodbye then, please D Put me to rest G Bm C Life is a mess that makes you mad G Bm C You try so hard to make it count G Bm Em That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad C D 'Cause in the end you realize n.c You already been through hell G B C Should've been a bit more honest to myself sometimes G B C Got stuck in all the drama, man, I was way too nice G B So many things I'd like to say C Em But I'll keep my feelings under ground G B C Now if I'm just bеing honest n.c (I just wish that you would) G B Bring me flowers Em C Say goodbye then, please D Put me to rest G Bm C Life is a mess that makes you mad G Bm C You try so hard to make it count G Bm Em That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad C D 'Cause in the end you realize n.c You already been through hell G Bm C Life is a mess that makes you mad G Bm C You try so hard to make it count G Bm Em That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad C D 'Cause in the end I realize n.c That I have no problems left