Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear
We're all guilty anyways
We'll drink to aulde lang syne
All tarnished and scarred, when did life get so hard
The dumb games we all play
We'll drink to tymes olde from pitchers of gold
We'll slip on the ring, It ain't a big thing
With fortified wine Soon we'll be dead, To death we'll be wed And though you may curse 'thee'
We're angels of mercy
I'll pass out at dawn
And sometimes we fall, Ya can't win them all
And dream of friends gone And soon we'll be dead, Our brains and our heads
As the morbid embrace warms over my face
They've always forgotten, When did life get so rotten? Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed
I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear
They've always forgotten, When did life get so rotten?Soon we'll be dead, Our brains and our heads.
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