funeral tango

oh i can see them now, clutching a hankerchief, 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 phoney 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 cemetary, 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