Pallbearers filled the bus
off to funerals in an angry rush
It’ s the wicked; they say who have no peace That’ s why the Pallbearers get their release They chose to capture all these kind
Stifling fear often & following blind
Praising their maker for the coffee they get
For it keeps them alive and physically fit
Gravestones etched and set aside
For those of them who fought and died
I suggest we find away
To corral the ones who have been led astray Our focal point has been defaced
By all the ones who claimed disgrace Let’ s satisfy their wants and greed by doling out just what they need
When tyrannical freedom tries earning its place
It’ s the Pallbearers who will be leading the chase
So, lock them again in their pristine sleeping cells
Then hope they don’ t find their path out of hell
