Working Class Promises Lyrics

I got fucked up at the funeral

My behavior at the parade was poor

And one thing that I realized

I knew I didn't wanna be here

Huh-huh no more

What about those working class promises

From the embryo to the grave?

Told to believe in Jesus Christ, in lies,

And whatever uh-huh might make you feel safe

The marching band is passing

The float is going down the road

And all of these distractions

Are imposed to make you feel what you're told

I got fucked up at the funeral