A workmate's mother died last night That's news I was sorry to hear Means I gotta work her hours now She taking some time off to heal And I haven't replied to my boss yet Cause I hope he finds somebody else To take up her shifts in the kitchen Cause I need some time off for myself Does this make me sick and demented I would say selfish at best While I'm playing guitar in my local bar And she isn't feeling herself Is it fair to compare my problems To those maybe worse off than me Some people's pages flick faster But we all get there eventually A boy I knew died. He was only a child In fact he was the same age as me Faces appeared at the funeral Of which that he's never seen Is it such a sin to feel sorry Oh if that's what your motive is for Show your faces for the family Show your face cause your conscience is sore Oh it's sore When you witness the sweetness of beauty Or the cold and damp sorrows of death The outcomes the same in the long run If you're not first hand effected The people around you forget