From the album Bird Machine

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Funeral in New Orleans

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Once you fake that you’re righteous
It’s your funeral in New Orleans
Spike the punch open casket
And a hearse limousine
How the money was dirty but nothing is clean
All of it dirty from birds to machines
Baby keeps calling she’s worried I might try to taste it

So I tell her that I won’t
Cause Monkey can’t leave it alone
This might be the last night I feel alright
Somehow I feel like this is owed now
So monkey won’t leave it alone
This might be the last night I feel alright

I feel alright… at the edge of the night
Til the end of the night

When you stop being children
Just a meat-stacked skeleton
Colored pills to forget is
How she numbs her existence
The dog of repentance she holds
Feeds the bead mantled demons she owns
When she begs on the streets for her help that she needs
To change this

She’ll tell you that she won’t
Cause Monkey can’t leave it alone
This might be the last night she feels alright
Somehow she feels like this is owed now
So monkey won’t leave it alone
This might be the last night she feels alright