Funeral Tango

[All: Scott Walker] Ah, I can see them now Clutching a handkerchief And blowing me a kiss Discreetly asking how How come he died so young Or was he very old Is the body still warm Is it already cold All doors are open wide They poke around inside My desk, my drawers, my trunk There's nothing left to hide Some love letters are there And an old photograph They've l aid my poor soul bare And all they do is laugh Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha! Ah, I can see them all So formal and so stiff Like a sergeant-at-arms At the policeman's ball And everybody's pushing To be the first in line Their hearts upon their sleeves Like a ten-cent valentine The old women are there Too old to give a damn They even brought the kids Who don't know who I am They're thinking about the price Of my funeral bouquet What they're thinking isn't nice Cause now they'll have to pay Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha Ah, I see all of you All of my phony friends Who can't wait till it ends Who can't wait till it's through Oh, I see all of you You've been laughing all these years And now all that you have le ft Are a few crocodile tears Ah, you don't even know That you're entering your hell As you leave my cemetery And you think you're doing well With that one who's at your side You're as proud as you can be Ah, she's going to make you cry But not the way you cried for me Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha Ah, I can see me now So cold and so alone As the flowers slowly die In my field of little bones Ah, I can see me now I can see me at the end Of this voyage that I' m on Without a love, without a friend Now all this that I see Is not what I deserve They really have a nerve To say these things to me No, girls, just bread and water All your money you must save Or there'll be nothing left for us When you're dead and in your grave Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, há