The Last Goodbye
Farewell Chronicles: Unveiling Life's Parting Dance
Lyrics
Once you're done, and you've got your undertaker make-up on, no more money making, no more unsure days await ya'
After completing your responsibilities and adopting a somber appearance, there are no more opportunities for financial gain, and no more uncertain days lie ahead.
The late great son is gone
The beloved son has passed away.
Celebrated or slated at the wake, love belated, whistles frayed and faded
Whether praised or criticized at the funeral, love arrives late, and the memories are worn and faded.
The chats x-rated on the table where his mates sit
Inappropriate and explicit conversations occur on the table where his friends are gathered.
The circle recedes, the rounds got cheap
The group of friends diminishes, and the cost of rounds becomes cheaper.
Can hardly hear a peep from em', couldn't fucking keep em' schtum when they were young.
It's challenging to hear anything from them now, and they couldn't keep silent when they were young.
Wanna be a part of it
Desire to be a part of a certain lifestyle or group.
But you're apart from it
Despite the desire, there is a separation from that lifestyle or group.
You wanna be a part of it
Reiteration of the wish to be included.
But you're apart from it
Despite the desire, there remains a distance from inclusion.
Wanna be a part of it
Continued expression of the longing to be part of something.
But you're apart from it
Despite the wish, there is still a sense of being apart.
Boarders shut, the Coach and Horses boarded up
Boundaries are closed, and a pub named the Coach and Horses is shut down.
You can force it, chance your luck
One can try to influence the situation, but luck is unpredictable.
But trust your gut its come unstuck
Trust your instincts as things have not gone as planned.
They've run amok, oh you've been hard up?
Chaos has ensued, and life has been challenging.
That old chestnut
Referring to a familiar and recurring problem or excuse.
The hearse lurks, the truth worse, losing hurts, leaves room for birth
The funeral vehicle is present, and the reality is more distressing, but from loss, new beginnings can emerge.
You've had your time, that lightning dies, the laughs subside, the last goodbye.
Your time has passed, and the joy diminishes; the farewell is inevitable.
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