Lyrics Third Class Coffin - The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing

Third Class Coffin

Well a first class coffin
Gets a carriage to itself
Mourners, a choir, the works
And a second class coffin
Wah it’s a bit more modest
But with
More or less
The same perks
But us third class coffins
Well we get crammed into a carriage
No mourners allowed to ride
Well they pile in the paurpers
One on top of the other
3 coffins deep and 6 coffins high
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
Now my journey to the afterlife
Has been quite fraught
Because a third class coffin ticket was all I
Bought
Now I couldn’t afford a send off
With style and class
And then (necropolis?) company can’t be arsed
To travel to the cemet’ry
With only us aboard
So they stick us in the siding
To be ignored
Til the third class coffins can
Hitch a lift on the next train
Carrying the first class (stin?)
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class cit-i-zen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead
A third class citizen even when I’m dead (And now, (before we?) raise the earth)
A third class citizen even when I’m dead (We fight. We do not fall apart)
A third class citizen even when I’m dead (We lead our lives down on through the
ground)
A third class citizen even when I’m dead (They cant (opino?) bring us home)