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Текст песни "Suicide Grandad?" |
 The world outside has faded
To a miserable grave
The circle is in motion
I've had a good life
A noble life
It's time to give it up
Leave it to the children
With their new trends and their goals
My policy
Is to be stylish
And leave with my head up
I won't count the days
'Til I fall
Piss my pants
Hunch my back
I think my dignity is worth it
I'm going out
With a bang
Do you think its worth it
Looking into hand guns
Exploring hollow chambers
Fight for one month
Six locations
Maybe three in central London
Paris, Moscow and New York
Close my hands
Pray to the sun
Let today be the one
My policy, is to be stylish
And leave my head up
I won't count the days
For something bad
Slit my wrists
I've got better things to do
Than wait to die
We can laugh
Or be the joke
This is a waste of my time
I've seen lovers on their knees
Lived those crazy times
Wet blankets on my bed
Keeps me awake and they said
I'd live like this for another 20 years
Oh NoNoNoNo
I'll choose the way I go
Oooooooo...
Hunting out the reaper
Painting a portrait of myself
With white lines
And white flags
I've had a smahing time
Loved your women
Drunk your wine
And the pleasure has always been mine
My policy has been well maintained
I did things in style
I brush up nice
To see the wife back in my arms
Feel teh wind
Come floating up my sails
We can laugh
Or be the joke
There's laughter after death
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