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Lyrics

i remember as just a little thing
my mama used to pick that guitar
and she’d sing
bout never ending happiness and joy
and the wonders of this life
well we buried them words six feet down
with mama in that putrid ground
with a thick slab of stone on top
to make sure they never ‘gain see the light

oh funeral pyre
all the life-long dreams turn to ashes
cold and tired
oh precious time
you have run away with the memory of a life
you have left me with no memory of a life

i turned to that bottle young
just to kill of the memories of that empty home
with a thirst so depraved
i found comfort
in depths where no other men have survived
now i can’t put that damn thing down
just to hold on to the lifelines
that i have found
no matter how hard i try
the best parts just keep a slippin’ on by

oh funeral pyre
all the life-long dreams turn to ashes
cold and tired
oh precious time
you have run away with the memory of a life
you have left me with no memory of a life


we’re buildin’ up these homes
as a shrine to all we own
a monument to a lifetime of devotion
how quickly their torn down
how lives submit without a sound
makes you wonder if its worth buildin’ at all
seem like it aint even worth buildin’ at all

oh funeral pyre
all the life-long dreams turn to ashes
cold and tired
oh precious time
you have run away with the memory of a life
you have left me with no memory of a life