Lyrics

those men stink all the same
with the fits when they think they're bruising
the business botch it's the animal mane
that original tribe cro-magnon lice yeah

best you passed you the past
the great surrender made
into the light right the light
that nevermore shall fade

a funeral for friends now
a funeral for friends now

those women suck all the sane
with the pits when they think they're soothing
the business botch it's the animal mane
that original tribe cro-magnon lice yeah

best you passed you the past
the great surrender made
into the light right the light
that nevermore shall fade

a funeral for friends now
a funeral for friends now
a funeral for friends now
a funeral for friends now