The Funeral

I want to see
mountains of snow in July
 Fireworks
crossing across the blue sky
 When I
go
 I'm taking a
few things with me
 I'd like to go
in the late afternoon
 With the
sun going down
 To give way
to the moon
 When I
go
 Make sure I
don't feel a thing
 I want dozens of
roses surrounding my bed
 Sad looking
faces with pain and regret
 When I
go
 I want the
whole place painted red
 All my ex-lovers
will talk through the night
 Heart breaking
tales of passion and pride
 They
will say
 That I had a
cunt made of gold
 I wanna go
sideways and facing the sun
 With money to
spend so I can have some fun
 When I
go
 Nothing
will matter to me
 Please put
me somewhere
 Near
the sea
 With one
caring angel
 Waiting
for me
 He'll be holding
my heart in it's hand
 But
most of all
 I'd like to
go with a friend