Difference between revisions of "Dust to Hell"
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And the doctors can't do naught<br /> | And the doctors can't do naught<br /> | ||
You've got a couple months to live<br /> | You've got a couple months to live<br /> | ||
| − | And you | + | And you're lookin' none too hot<br /> |
Don't worry 'bout the afterlife<br /> | Don't worry 'bout the afterlife<br /> | ||
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The dumb folks here will fill your head<br /> | The dumb folks here will fill your head<br /> | ||
With thoughts of clouds and harps<br /> | With thoughts of clouds and harps<br /> | ||
| − | Don't pay | + | Don't pay 'em no heed, take it from me<br /> |
| − | They make a | + | They make a bowling ball look sharp |
| − | Your younger friends | + | Your younger friends who've been at school<br /> |
| − | + | And think they're pretty smart<br /> | |
Will tell you there's no point to life<br /> | Will tell you there's no point to life<br /> | ||
| − | Or so says | + | Or so says Jean-Paul Sartre |
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| + | ===Verse 3=== | ||
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| + | I guess you're feeling ill by now<br /> | ||
| + | On top of your disease<br /> | ||
| + | Your empty eyes are no surprise<br /> | ||
| + | 'Cause the truth don't aim to please | ||
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| + | Dead silence is the norm as well<br /> | ||
| + | Though so's a pulse, they say<br /> | ||
| + | I guess it's fine, since the truth's inclined<br /> | ||
| + | To take your breath away | ||
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Latest revision as of 17:31, 15 May 2012
Verse 1[edit]
Well I hear your lungs done blackened up
And the doctors can't do naught
You've got a couple months to live
And you're lookin' none too hot
Don't worry 'bout the afterlife
I'll put your mind at rest
You can't escape your grisly fate
As Dante will attest
Chorus[edit]
Some people say it's dust to dust
Don't swallow all that swill
You're one screwed bloke soon as you croak
It's dust to bloody hell
Verse 2[edit]
The dumb folks here will fill your head
With thoughts of clouds and harps
Don't pay 'em no heed, take it from me
They make a bowling ball look sharp
Your younger friends who've been at school
And think they're pretty smart
Will tell you there's no point to life
Or so says Jean-Paul Sartre
Verse 3[edit]
I guess you're feeling ill by now
On top of your disease
Your empty eyes are no surprise
'Cause the truth don't aim to please
Dead silence is the norm as well
Though so's a pulse, they say
I guess it's fine, since the truth's inclined
To take your breath away
