UNDER THE BED — "Mosh to This at My Funeral" [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

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UNDER THE BED
"Mosh To This At My Funeral" (2014 / NON ALBUM VERSION)

Track taken from the debut album
"The Noble Art Of Denying Reality"
(self-released, 2013)

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Armando Marchetti (lyrics, clean vocals, guitar, programming)
Federico Morandi (bass guitar, backing vocals)
Gianmarco Ricciarelli (drums)
Joshua Pettinicchio (raw vocals, synth)
Michele Bertocchini (guitar, backing vocals)

song recorded, mixed and mastered by Michele Bertocchini

music video shot and edited by Armando Marchetti
co-creator: Federico Morandi

a Jackolantern Independent video production:
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LYRICS:

Say what d'you want me to be, what do you want?
Your friends should stop oppressing me
How do you want me to be? You said that I
was the only one able to calm you down, was I?

I'm happy I had to let you go
maybe I was too raw for you, I suppose
now you should say what d'you want me to be,
what d'you want me to be
right in my face.

What's the matter kid, does my black suit frighten you?
Keep on playing on the sidewalk,
guess I'll find you and your skateboard here when I'm back
Tears paint your big eyes red as your scratched knees are
Since I'm old I'm supposed to be wise,
but sometimes I'm not that able at lying, I've never been

Wait! Now I see why you liked when I squeezed your throat, got it.
Man, I sure had a good life
Hey, that's how we all want it to end, I died smiling
Now I don't want to see any sad faces or tears,
only alcohol must wet the ground, get stupid!

No time for pity, go! This shit is getting cool.
Dance with your pretty girlfriends, dance, dance

First things first, think I've spat enough blood on you,
I'm so glad I met you, but now tell me, why did you spoil everything like so?

Just kiddin'! I don't care. I'm dead, you see me.
Look at my suit, I'm right here.
I know you used to be honest and shit with me:
that's how I want you all to speak about me.
Tell about when we got high together,
say I'm an asshole, but don't you tell lies
Frighten your kids, tell them I stroll by night on the roads if you want,
that will do no harm, right?
But don't say I was perfect, 'cause I want 'em to know
sometimes it's okay to be wrong.

You say I'm perfect for you
but my mind is filled with stupid thoughts
which I wish I could tell you I'm strong enough to get rid of.
I said you're perfect, I did.
Now you're not even worth my effort to scream these words
again and again and again and again
guess you'll have to mosh to this at my funeral
mosh to this when I'm dead
mosh to this or dance

I didn't relive this misery
the hair dryer hum is warming me
I'm afraid I'll have to go now
Now that I saw what should not be seen
they can't let me go, they follow me
something happened but I don't know what it is
The thing I'm afraid of
is losing you and never see you again
can't let go of you, but I have to
I see all the monsters
I'll never have the chance to kiss your eyes
I'm fucking killing myself for you
for you

Ready? Ready? Ready?
Mosh to this at my funeral, go.
There's no such thing as God, only you
There's no such thing as God, only you
And I hate you, I swear I hate you, I fucking hate you, I hate you all
Say it, you gotta shout it:
there's no one else but you listening to your feelings
There's no such thing as God, only you
There's no such thing as God, only me
There's no such thing as God, only you
There's no such thing as God, only me
And I'm fucking glad.

Dance on my coffin, headbang on my grave
you could feel twice as better
if you already are cause I'm not here anymore
here anymore
I swear I'm happy, please don't cry if you cared:
step on my corpse, punch my body bag
tell me what did I do wrong?
And dance, dance, dance my friends
make it up to me screaming at my name
it hurts more without curses, remember?
Hurts so much fucking more.