At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral.

Hold ourselves together, with our arms around the stereo... for hours

so worry not
all things are well
we'll be alright
we have our looks, and perfume on

stay inside til somebody finds us
do whatever the TV tells us
stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz...

so worry not
all things are well
we'll be alright
we have our looks and perfume on