I bank on the funeral 'Cause I learned all my lessons that way I chipped from my heaven sent Until I stole everything that I made And this millstone is heavy as hell And I can’t see so well And I still feel the swell And my hands and my feet are expelled Better dead than in hell And again with the swell I bank on the funeral 'Cause the truth is alive is ok The salt was in other words More flavorful in those days And this millstone is heavy as hell And I can’t see so well And I still feel the swell And my hands and my feet are expelled Better dead than in hell And again with the swell Lesson learned good sell Better dead than in hell