Wicked

Romaji

La la la dee da dee da
La la la dee da dee da
The day of a funeral
The mourners dressed in black
They came to say their piece and go
No, they’re not looking back
I was the first to arrive
and the last one to leave
time ticked on without me
while I waded through the grief
I’m drowning in my goodbyes
when I start to realize
I’m not quite sure who died
Until a chill runs up my spine
Six feet under,
and now I start to wonder
if for all this time,
perhaps the funeral was mine…
I know I can’t be mad,
but I’m absolutely livid!
To think that I was dead…!
When I thought that I was living…!!
Just take me as I am,
A memory so vivid…
and savor all the parts you can,
Cuz no one mourns the wicked!
La da da da dee da da
Absolutely livid!
La da da da dee da da
A memory so vivid…
No one mourns the wicked!
Here lies our dearly beloved,
who suffered a lack of common sense
And though we’ll miss her,
The best thing to do here is let the dead rest
This is the part where the real work starts,
Where I reap what I’ve sown, and own up
When the harvest begins,
Let it wash away my sins
Never tilled a field with seeds to grow
Never watered, weeded, picked or eaten
Anything of my own, on my own,
But I know I’ve got to
Tend to the ends I loosened over time,
And put out the bridges I set on fire,
That’s right, it’s gonna take a while
to clean up the mess I left behind, cuz
This is the part where the real work starts,
the real work starts, the real work starts,
Where I reap what I’ve sown and own up,
and pay what I owe
If after all this time,
You find I’m all but timid
Bear in mind that turning tides
could leave an ocean winded
My heart will only grow with me,
Who owes to mend it
and as seasons come and go,
Living on becomes the ending
I know I shouldn’t laugh,
but it’s hard not to do
The shallow grave my temple claimed…
…was just the hole I dug myself into
Just take me as I am,
A memory so vivid…
and then savor all the parts you can, cuz
No one mourns the wicked!
We all could use some mending!
Living on becomes the ending!
A memory so vivid…
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked…