Bashful Hips - Editors & Obits Lyrics

She spent her time writing obits for the people who were passing by
Did she get their lives right?
Did she get their lives right?
Or was it a complete mistake?
Is it something that you now hate?
Did it keep you up at night awake?
Did it tear you down?
That a life could be summed up in numbers and nouns and not even fill up a page?
And not even fill up a page?

And now you feel like you're on a roller coaster but backwards
And now you feel like you're on a roller coaster but backwards

When it all comes down
When it all comes down
When the bodies become the ground

He spent his life editorializing from his own pen
Did he get the lines right?
Did he get the lines right?
Or did he go insane, racking his brain, tallying the body count
A drink in his hand, to the point where he can't stand
He jumped the top rope with no note
Well he took a stand, he was a real newspaperman
Well he took a stand
He was a real newspaperman

And now you feel like you're on a roller coaster but backwards
And now you feel like you're on a roller coaster but backwards

When it all comes down
When it all comes down
When the bodies become the ground