Letra de Pallbearer's Blues

You keep scratching at the roof of your coffin
And it's getting on my nerves
You were so graciously interred
To cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out
Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out
My rage slowly became indifference
I really don’t know how
I guess it doesn't matter now
So cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out
Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out
I can't bear the pall
I can’t bear the pall
You call it sour grapes
And I call it wine
But let it [?]
And I'm having a good time
I can't bear the pall
I can't bear the pall