Solid Chain
Here’s a song about funeral insurance called “It’s Your Funeral” —a blend of dark humor, reflection, and practicality, with a touch of Irish wit to match your location in Dublin. (Verse 1) Well, the rain’s comin’ down on O’Connell Street, And the pubs are full of whispers, soft and sweet. Old Mr. Murphy down the lane, Just passed away—what a bloody shame. (Pre-Chorus) But the bills don’t stop when the heart gives out, The rent’s still due, the kids shout about. Who’s gonna pay for the plot and the stone? Who’s gonna cover the debt you’ve sown? (Chorus) It’s your funeral, yeah, it’s your send-off day, But who’s gonna foot the bill when you’re laid away? A little plan now, a little care, Saves your loved ones from the despair. So don’t leave it to chance, don’t leave it to fate, It’s your funeral—get your affairs in order, mate! (Verse 2) The priest says a prayer, the tears may fall, But the costs keep piling, one and all. The coffin’s polished, the flowers ar...