From here, old man
Auf wiedersehen
Two steps forward
Six feet underground
Standing O
Take a bow
Lab coats
Machines
And all the chemotherapy
Don't seem
To me
An answer to these tears you long to see
So i ain't crying no more
I'd pull out the plug
If i could muster up the love
No one wants memories of
Skid marks
Pants pissed
Jim Beam
Mary Jane
Wherefore art thou Kevorkian?
No way
Jose
It's not for me
This life spent basking in you agony
Give me the longest walks
Prescribe for me the shortest piers
I ain't going out like that
No way, not me, I'd rather die
And as I stood there by his bed
Bowls of Jell-O, crusts of bread
Stared straight into his eyes
And I wanted him to die
And I felt the shame
Of such, such naiveté
That someone young
That someone dumb
Someone my age
Could feel so callously
To want to piss in the fountains of youth
To dance all night on the graves of the dead
To want to tear those pink ribbons to shreds
And as he lay there in his bed
80 pounds, half dead
He said, "Bink, please hold my hand…
I don' think that you understand…
Oh, puneta, I've done all that I can
And I don't want to die."
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna
It's all downhill From here, old man Auf wiedersehen Two steps forward Six feet underground Standing O Take a bow Lab coats Machines And all the chemotherapy Don't seem To me An answer to these tears you long to see So i ain't crying no more I'd pull out the plug If i could muster up the love No one wants memories of Skid marks Pants pissed Jim Beam Mary Jane Wherefore art thou Kevorkian? No way Jose It's not for me This life spent basking in you agony Give me the longest walks Prescribe for me the shortest piers I ain't going out like that No way, not me, I'd rather die And as I stood there by his bed Bowls of Jell-O, crusts of bread Stared straight into his eyes And I wanted him to die And I felt the shame Of such, such naiveté That someone young That someone dumb Someone my age Could feel so callously To want to piss in the fountains of youth To dance all night on the graves of the dead To want to tear those pink ribbons to shreds And as he lay there in his bed 80 pounds, half dead He said, "Bink, please hold my hand… I don' think that you understand… Oh, puneta, I've done all that I can And I don't want to die." You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna Explain Request ×
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