East Coast Funeral Lyrics

My Mother's silence

My Brother's violence

Stranger in a casket we called family

Hell would be too kind of a resting place

My Mother's silence

My Brother's violence

Stranger in a casket we called family

I still can't stand the sight of your fucking face



For you, for me, for us, that's why I do the things I do

For you, for me, for us, don't like my best? Fuck you!