You looked good standing at the cemetery gate But I know I'd have to stand in line to wait And I laughed at jokes I knew that were bad I took things not meant to be had And you ask for a bit more than a fistful And remain calmly, ignorantly blissful It felt good but mostly under the belt Folded hands, speaking in tongues were I knelt And I know that things could be much worse So come down or head home in a hearse And you ask for a bit more than a fistful And remain calmly, ignorantly blissful She dyed her blonde hair blonde, she needed the change Through Manson shades, sweet serenades I was almost left impressed And you ask for a bit more than a fistful And remain calmly, ignorantly blissful