Moshpit Girlfriend
Arcadia Grey
4:19They fucked up her name at the funeral Dressed in black, isn't that what she wanted? Disrespected like that? And they gather 'round the grave And they're sobbin' on the ground Wonderin' what the hell that she wrote in the will And they're pillaging her walls And they're taking her paintings She's not even fresh in the ground And they're waiting to see What she left us, let's see If this is how we're remembered while we rot in our graves And our children will fight for material things Oh, we cried Oh, God, we cried They hardly shed a tear while they rummage through her closets Packing up all the dresses and heels she wore through the house And the bed that she passed in laid there cold and unmade While the children of her children scout for items to take And they're pillaging her walls And they're taking her paintings She's not even fresh in the ground And they're waiting to see What she left us, let's see If this is how we're remembered while we rot in our graves And our children will fight for material things Oh, we cried Oh, God, we cried If this is how we're remembered, they will fuck up our names And speak ill of the dead and the choices we've made Oh, we cried Oh, God, we cried They're pillaging her walls And they're taking her paintings She's not even fresh in the ground, and they're waiting They're pillaging her walls And they're taking her paintings She's not even fresh in the ground, and they're waiting to see What she left us, let's see They fucked up her name at the funeral