Planning for My Funeral - KING JOEL

(Hello?) Where there's a rub We can talk for a while But I have sweet nothings to say You don't want me anyway, you don't want me anyway So why, why should I stay? So goodbye to you and your life Your new best friends, your confidence And I'll be here when you get home Sitting halfway, away from nowhere Praying for our lips to touch Holding myself for a second Just to catch a smile on this line So goodbye to you and your life (Two months, eight weeks) Your new best friends, your confidence (Turn my hours into days) And I'll be here when you get home (When you get home) So goodbye to you and your life (Two months, eight weeks) Your new best friends, your confidence (Turn my hours into days) And I'll be here when you get home, when you get home (I can't feel the same about you anymore) (I can't feel the same about you anymore) (I can't feel the same about you anymore) (I can't feel the same about you anymore) (I can't feel the same about you anymore) (I can't feel the same about you anymore) It's just like you said it would be I can't feel this way about you anymore It's just like you said it would be (It's never easy) I can't feel the same I can't feel this way I can't feel the same about you anymore (It's never easy) About you (It's never easy) I can't feel this way Can't feel the same about you anymore (It's never easy) About you (It's never easy) About you anymore

Viktor was born in the spring of '44 And never saw his father anymore A child of sacrifice, a child of war Another son who never had a father after leningrad Went off to school and learned to serve the state Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight The only way to live was drown the hate A russian life was very sad And such was life in leningrad I was born in '49 A cold war kid in mccarthy time Stop 'em at the 38th parallel Blast those yellow reds to hell And cold war kids were hard to kill Under their desk in an air raid drill Haven't they heard we won the war What do they keep on fighting for? Viktor was sent to some red army town Served out his time, became a circus clown The greatest happiness he'd ever found Was making russian children glad And children lived in leningrad But children lived in levittown And hid in the shelters underground Until the soviets turned their ships around And tore the cuban missiles down And in that bright october sun We knew our childhood days were done And I watched my friends go off to war What do they keep on fighting for? And so my child and I came to this place To meet him eye to eye and face to face He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced We never knew what friends we had Until we came to leningrad

She cuts you once She cuts you twice Still you believe The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood But you don't have strength to leave You've been bought You've been sold You've been locked outside the door But you stand there pleadin' with your insides bleedin' 'Cause you deep down want some more When she says she wants forgiveness Such a clever masquerade She's so good with her stiletto... You don't even see the blade... You don't see the blade... Oh... she cuts you hard She cuts you deep She's got so much skill She's so fascinatin' that you're still there waitin' When she comes back for the kill You've been slashed in the face You've been left there to bleed You wanna runaway but you know you're gonna stay 'Cause she gives you what you need Then she says she needs affection... While she searches for the vein... She's so good with her stiletto... You don't really mind the pain You don't mind the pain... Oh... oh whoa, uh She cuts you out She cuts you down She carves up your life But you won't do nothn' as she keeps on cuttin' 'Cause you know you love the knife You've been bought You've been sold You've been locked outside the door But you stand there pleadin' with your insides bleedin' 'Cause you deep down want some more Then she says she wants affection... While she searches for the vein... She's so good with her stiletto... You don't really mind the pain... You don't mind the pain...