Funeral Tango Lyrics - Scott 3 - Scott Walker

Oh I can see them now 

Clutching a handkerchief 

And blowing me a kiss 

Discreetly asking how 

How came he died so young 

Or was he very old 

Is the body still warm 

Or is it already cold 

All doors are open wide 

They grope around inside 

At my desk my drawers my trunk 

There's nothing left to hide 

Some love letters are there 

And an old photograph 

They've laid my poor soul bare 

And now all they do is laugh 

Oh I can see them all 

So formal and so stiff 

Like a sergeant at arms 

At a policeman's ball 

And everybody's pushing 

To be the first in line 

Their hearts upon their sleeves 

Like a ten cent valentine 

The old women are there 

Too old to give a damn 

They've brought along the kids 

Who don't know who I am 

They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet 

What they're thinking isn't nice 

For now they'll have to pay 

Oh I see all of you 

All of my phony friends 

Who can't wait for it ends 

Who can't wait till it's through 

Oh I see all of you 

You've been laughing all these years 

Now all that you have left 

Are a few crocodile tears 

Ah you don't even know 

That you're entering your hell 

As you leave my cemetery 

You think you're doing well 

With that one who's at your side 

You're as proud as you can be 

Ah she's going to make you cry 

But not the way you cried for me 

Oh I can see me now 

So cold and so alone 

As the flowers slowly die 

In my field of little bones 

Oh I can see me now 

I can see me at the end 

Of this voyage that I'm on 

Without a love without a friend 

Now all this that I see 

Is not what I deserve 

They really have a nerve 

To say these things to me 

No girls just bread and water 

And your money you must save 

For there'll be nothing left for us 

When you're dead and in your grave