Ba** Lions - Funeral Shed lyrics

Seven cousins all in a funeral shed Black and white, Alive or dead Are we happy or are we sad Seven boys in a funeral shed It was his, smells like dry gra** and gasoline Wanna burn this thing down But where would your spirit be If you didn't have an old tin backyard mausoleum Who's the ghost outside the door Face bleached white bones hes over exposed I can just make out our fathers eye Blessed ghost king dread soul It was his smells like dry gra** and gasoline Wanna burn this thing down But where would your spirit be If you didn't have this old tin backyard mausoleum ba ba ba ba da ba da ba All my brothers in the funeral shed I must confess I'll watch my father build his final resting place It was Ingell hall and I was only 6 Have you seen your father build theirs?