Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Third Class Coffin, artist - The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing. Date of issue: 06.10.2013
Song language: English
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) |