Post Mortem

Depressed. A series of unlawful acts dedicated to you
Grow up, but don't forget the times we spent
And now they're gone. You feel the pain
You're trembling. Oh, not again
Bye-bye to us. Who's gonna pay?
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Silence has been broken. My life is destroyed
Goodnight, all good people. This is something I can't avoid
A mess to clean. A masterpiece:
Monet's farewell to modern greed
A mass cliche of red champagne
Domestic wives are now in pain
Yeah-yeah-yeah