Styrofoam Plates lyrics

Song information

Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Album: The Photo Album

Lyrics

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; I threw them to the sea
But a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
That you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
But the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother that would raise us alone
We never saw the money that went down your throat
Through the hole in your belly

Thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
Standing in line for thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church
The servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you
I do every year when we count all our blessings
And wonder what we're doing here

You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
You can deck out a lie in a suit
But I won't buy it
I won't join the procession that's speaking their piece
Using five dollar words while praising his integrity
Just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change that fact:
He was bastard in life, thus a bastard in death

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"The Photo Album" album track list