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The Black Halos – Last Call At The Toothless Saloon lyrics
Don't
want to die in this Has Been Town There's
too much sorrow I fear I'll drown Where
happy hours go down the drain Don't
want to be no nameless face Talking
all about the olden days And
all my friends who made the grave Yeah
all the ones who couldn't wait I've.
got no time to waste on bottled sympathy I've
got no time to waste on drunken eulogies Don't
count me out Don't
call me history I'm
not dead don't bury me Shut
your jaded mouth And
spare your jealous teeth I'm
not dead don't bury me Don't.
want to be no clean teen dream A
green machine selling magazines Their
average lifespan is a week Don't
want to preach no politics bow down to bullshit Like
a hypocrite No
I don't feel no unity No
I don't want your company I've.
got no time to waste on bottled sympathy I've
got no time to waste on drunken eulogies So
don't count me out Don't
call me history I'm
not dead don't bury me Shut
your jaded mouth And
spare your jealous teeth I'm
not dead don't bury me
want to die in this Has Been Town There's
too much sorrow I fear I'll drown Where
happy hours go down the drain Don't
want to be no nameless face Talking
all about the olden days And
all my friends who made the grave Yeah
all the ones who couldn't wait I've.
got no time to waste on bottled sympathy I've
got no time to waste on drunken eulogies Don't
count me out Don't
call me history I'm
not dead don't bury me Shut
your jaded mouth And
spare your jealous teeth I'm
not dead don't bury me Don't.
want to be no clean teen dream A
green machine selling magazines Their
average lifespan is a week Don't
want to preach no politics bow down to bullshit Like
a hypocrite No
I don't feel no unity No
I don't want your company I've.
got no time to waste on bottled sympathy I've
got no time to waste on drunken eulogies So
don't count me out Don't
call me history I'm
not dead don't bury me Shut
your jaded mouth And
spare your jealous teeth I'm
not dead don't bury me
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