Letra de Funeral March

Crooked man with a crooked mouth
Crooked math and a funeral [?]
Wretched, righteous, a life withdrawn
Oh, I'm marching on
My prayin' hands they've been stained with blood
A broken man baptized in the mud
My former self is all but dead and gone
Oh, I'm marching on
Good riddance to you, you're in the clear
You watch me die, never shed no tear
I used to be a man 'til lines were drawn
Oh, I'm marching on
I tried to pray but I lost the words
Voice trailed off like a flock of birds
I took my sins to the riverbank
Cast 'em out and I finally sank
I gave you everything 'til everything was gone
Oh, I'm marching on