I want to be dead with my friends, I want to be dead with my friends. Wide-eyed, brilliant, tie them in rags. I want to be dead with my friends. I want to be dead with my friends. When the iron sharpens the iron. When the iron sharpens the iron. When the iron sharpens the iron. sharpens the iron. I want to be dead with my friends I want to be dead with my friends Mother load, unforgettable end I want to be dead with my friends Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts, Against this, even gods fight violently in vain, What chance could we have stood? Were the last of the lost, but now were the first of the fashionably late. Loved ones decompose, Youll dance around their bones Most of us are holy ghosts All of us are holy ghosts [x2] We made the scene when we made a scene And though it was brief, it meant everything. Oh what a pity, now theyre bound to make us saints. Oh what a pity, now theyre bound to make us saints. Against this, even boys fight violently in vain, What chance could we have stood? Were the last of the lost, but now were the first of the fashionably late. I refuse to be the only man Put to rest in a mass grave I refuse to be the only man Put to rest in a mass grave I refuse to be the only man Put to rest in a mass grave You were all there with me You were all there with me You were all there with me https://youtube/watch?v=Y1gi_aOe334
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 21:33:13 +0000
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