Death Affair

It’s a family Affair Even though it’s a time of despair We get all dolled up Beautiful you look as well Is it not your day It’s quite hard to tell Everyone stands looking at you In new dresses and suits Even new hairdos Party time or a time for grief Sad one minute Seeming happy the next As we pose to take photos Next to a coffin filled of death They drink and they laugh Even pouring rum at your grave For some the tears keep pouring Or is that water on their face from the rain that’s pouring They loved you so they say Are we mourners or patrons Cause mourners shouldn’t dress like this I think not In the shortest of dresses and highest of heels No longer will your wounds heal Deep below you will sleep That oh so sweet eternal sleep Wounds heal no more Cause decay you will soon Forgive us in the afterlife For the absence of sorrow Cause no longer will you have a tomorrow