Walkin through Queens cemeteries
That's the only place round here with trees
Opens at nine closes at four
Then we stare at stray cats through the door
No gloom no doom
No lies from me
Im happy Im happy
No gloom no doom
No lies from me
Im happy Im happy
Hot as can be but its mothers day
Watchin white and brown folks visit graves
Some drive by slow dropping their flowers
Some stay for a while talking with strange powers
No gloom no doom
No lies from me
Im happy Im happy
No gloom no doom
No lies from me
Im happy Im happy
A month later now the third sunday
Its crowded again in that same place
Im seeing new flowers hearing less words
One kid's 'I love you' floats up to the birds
No gloom no doom
No lies from me
Im happy Im happy
No gloom no doom
No lies from me
Im happy Im happy
