Death Cab For Cutie - Styrofoam Plates lyrics

There's a saltwater film on the
Jar of your ashes i threw them to sea
But a gust blew them backwards
And the sting in my eyes, which 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 a 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 in the procession
That's speaking their piece
Using five dollar words while
Praising his integrity
And just 'cause he's gone
It doesn't change the fact
He was a bastard in life
Thus, a bastard in death, yeah