Burial

Eighty-seven as the story began Some musicians folled their leader's command Their mistake was that they signed a contract Their debts grew as the record was out They believed that everything would work so well No objection frightened them Their ears were deaf, their eyes were blind Ain't no caution changed their mind Burial at C. So their members and time passes by Many faces, different guys Just a few gigs from time to time No big deal, but a programmed decline They split up and the band started anew Left the weak ones on their way Left their images behind To start again on another kind Burial at C.