You know how it feels
When you’re layin flat on your back
And they’re puttin’ flowers (up) on ya
Down on Funeral Hill
That’s where there ain’t no Boss Man
Cuz you finally paid your bills
Nobody there’s gonna scrape at your behind
Cause if they do you know they’re haunted and workin’ overtime
You don’t have break for the rooster, spill your blood in the sun
Hide from the moon until the villain comes
You swear with the sky
there ain’t no mad man gonna spat in your eye.. up there
Ain’t no pretty woman gonna shoot up your feet
And ask you to fly, yeah
You know how it feels
When you’re layin flat on your back
Down on Funeral Hill
You know how it feels
When you’re layin flat on your back
Down on Funeral Hill
And they’re puttin flowers on ya down on Funeral Hill
That’s where there ain’t no Boss Man
Cuz you finally paid your bills
Ain’t no one gonna scream at your heels up there
You don’t have break for the rooster, spill your blood in the sun
Hide from the moon until the villain comes
You swear with the sky
there ain’t no mad man gonna spat in your eye.. up there
Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica