Funky Squaredance (Pt. 1/2/3) [Medley]

Funky Squaredance, Pt. 1/2/3 (Medley) - Phoenix

Written by：Phoenix

Hopeful days and stormy nights

I ain't got much to win not much to lose

Under the burden of my loneliness

It feels so hard to win so hard to lose

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps

When I'm six feet under the ground

Lonely streets and dusty roads

Lord it's a long way to go back home

Under the burden of your heart of stone

You shrug your shoulders as I decompose

Please keep a eye on those red haired boys

Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones

Now your chewing gum

On my coffin

Take me where I long to be

I can't believe that you want me to wear

The evening tails that will fit my corpse

I don't need a tuxedo

There's no bouncer in the after world

I only just left my dying bed and

Your making curtains out of my shroud

Don't you dig my grave with some excavator

Use a blood stained sword and a snow white horse

Please

A last ride in the city's hearse

Few miles away from heaven above

A few more minutes 'till they bury me

A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps

Now I'm five feet under the ground

Stormy days and lonely nights

Lord it's a long way to go back home

All the boys raise your hands up in the air yeah

Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air yeah

Everybody one more time yeah

Let's all have a real good time

Together

One two three let's go

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Tonight's the night girls

Yeah

Come on

Let's get all antsy

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You seem so glad my place is free

Now you're dancing on my grave

What a cruel way to treat a friend

Live my life in dignity

Well I must

Confess

Looking for a place

Everybody has to demonstrate

And everybody has to see you wait

Thinking of a real way to see

Matters is the love that you give

Remember all the thing that you've seen

Does another go and never seen

Nothing in my forgotten years

Life got a little serious

Give me real self esteem

It's buried in my P A S T

Give a lot a whole lot recieved

Heaven sent T N T

Uh

Can't go further

Losing

I can't go losing my mind

Remember all the game have I tried

Buried in my P A S T

We call love late at day

Late at night I dropped in hate

Dropping in a heaven fantasy

Heaven knows what I'm gonna do

Living in a lonesome avenue

Done in the P A S T

Go without the love I receive

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Everybody

Has got demonstrate

Everybody has a T I U

He has things you'd never do

Thinking in a real avenue

What matters is the love that you give

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