Another Funeral from Hangtown by HANGTOWN

To make sure I checked her pulse
closed her eyelids and said goodnight
I spent the evening by the fire

feeling down, down, down, down, down,
feeling down, down, down, down, down

I packed lightly
‘cuz what you really need
to take your baby down to Reno
just to bury her along with her friends
in a town where no one lives
how did we ever call this home
get the feeling it’s a joke

it’s another funeral
it’s another funeral

in a field where nothing grows
watch the sunset
watch the dust blow
feeling down, down, down, down, down
And the needle prick numbs the bird pecks

I could have used a friendly face
How did we ever call this home?
get the feeling it’s a joke

it’s another funeral
it’s another funeral
just another funeral
it’s another funeral
another funeral

• Alternative
• Surf
• post-apocalyptic
• spaghetti western
• San Francisco