Closed Casket from Debonair by Beach Craft Bonanza

Blood red, the writing’s on the wall
Dark days, Rome is gonna fall
I just don’t understand at all

No hope, they put it on the shelf
You look at me. should be looking at yourself
You measure people by their wealth

What are we gonna do? How did it get to this?
Then you ask me why I’m pissed, I’m pissed

Blood red, the writing’s on the wall
Dark days, you know you’re gonna fall
but you just don’t understand at all

Saw a man lying in the street
Blood red underneath a sheet
You didn’t even know his name

What are we gonna do? How did it get to this?
Then you ask me why I’m pissed?
You wear the shoe if it fits

I’m done, the writing’s on the wall
He’s dead, closed casket funeral
You didn’t even ask his name

What are we gonna do? How did it get to this?
Then you ask me why I’m pissed?
Put me in a box if it fits

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