Third Class Coffin - The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing

Well a first class coffin

Gets a carriage to itself

Mourners, a choir, the works

And a second class coffin

Wah it’s a bit more modest

But with

More or less

The same perks

But us third class coffins

Well we get crammed into a carriage

No mourners allowed to ride

Well they pile in the paurpers

One on top of the other

3 coffins deep and 6 coffins high

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

Now my journey to the afterlife

Has been quite fraught

Because a third class coffin ticket was all I

Bought

Now I couldn’t afford a send off

With style and class

And then (necropolis?) company can’t be arsed

To travel to the cemet’ry

With only us aboard

So they stick us in the siding

To be ignored

Til the third class coffins can

Hitch a lift on the next train

Carrying the first class (stin?)

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class cit-i-zen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead

A third class citizen even when I’m dead (And now, (before we?) raise the earth)

A third class citizen even when I’m dead (We fight. We do not fall apart)

A third class citizen even when I’m dead (We lead our lives down on through the

ground)

A third class citizen even when I’m dead (They cant (opino?) bring us home)