Somewhere in the back of my skull There will be a funeral They'll carry my youth to an overdue grave I've really tried, but it could not be saved The worst of them will bow his head And say a prayer for the dead One will read a eulogy That won't make any sense to me There are no tears in their eyes, they're smiling And it comes as no surprise they are They are doing what they're told, contently Now isn't that bizarre Now stick my youth inside a boat I promise it won't stay afloat Now push it and its cargo of lies Down the river behind the eyes There are no tears in their eyes, they're smiling And it comes as no surprise they are They are doing what they're told, contently Now isn't that bizarre It really got this far Everything destroyed for you Tell me, what would Jesus do?