Lyrics Funeral for a Friend

Funeral for a Friend

All the Rage

Why do we need this

Who was it that said

That great things come to great men

Well that fucker lied to us

There's nothing here but a wasteland,

But I can still see the graves of the dead

but it's useless

most of us would rather sit

than see this wound

that we have created

Let's not last the night

Let's not last the night

I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy

I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy

Senseless and I'm not sure why

I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers

Of all of these questions

It's got to be good for something

So we'll chalk this up and we'll mount the dead

on the fireplace above right above our guilded heads

I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy

I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy

Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)

and boring me with your body (it's all the rage)

and how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)

and really mean it (and really mean it)

and really mean it (and really mean it)

Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)

and boring me with your body (it's all the rage)

and how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)

and really mean it (and really mean it)

and really mean it (and really mean it)

and really mean it

Go

Why do we need this

Who was it that said

That great things come to great men

Well that fucker lied to us

There's nothing here but a wasteland

There's nothing here