Damien Done - Thirty Pews

Made friends just to watch them die
Made money, but the well ran dry
You took lovers, but your lovers lied
Had children just to say goodbye

Worked hard, you paid your dues
My god, how you'd toil and bruise
Funeral photo with your baby blues
Four people sat in thirty pews

Slaved away til your body failed
Dirt caked in your fingernails
You said "An honest living will always prevail"
But let the bills pile up in the mail

You're the life of the party, with no one to call
A whole life you can barely recall
Funeral photo with your baby blues
Four people sat in thirty pews

Written by:
Damien Moyal

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