bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want very bad things to happen to you I want bad things
hell The dark one's forces lock your flaming cell To murder the ones unborn, the worst sin you've ever performed There are two other things I must tell
I take everyone Parties like my policy and I take where I'm some Damaged like my every thoughts and when you talk I do Things I did when I was dead
haunts your memory Some people bring their stones Never take them home Things you can't return Some people leave their bones Some things you can't return
Your dead meat Your dead meat Your dead meat Your It's your dead meat from former days I am your crisis Blue asbestos in your veins I'm your broken fingers
say I didn't try So many things I wanted to do So many things, but such little time I've got fifty things to do But, I'll get back to you Fifty things
Shapes of things before my eyes They teach me to despise Will time make man more wise? Here beneath my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But they
, you're dead Always so easily lead Bang, bang, you're dead Put all the rumors to bed Bang, bang, you're dead Bang, bang, bang, bang, you're dead
cry Same way you confuse me all the time Bad things Dead things Sad things have to happen Bad things Dead things Sad things have to happen Bad things Dead things Sad things
friend LeRoy on the phone I said, "Buddy, I'm afraid to be alone 'Cause I got some weird ideas in my head About things to do in Denver when you're dead
long ago All the churches have fallen They've pulled them on their heads There are no Jesus left And all religions dead Religions dead Religions dead Religions dead
As I was driving along The other day I saw a dead thing On the side of the street It wasn't mangled Or bloody, or anything Just kind of layin' there
me cry Same way you confuse me all the time Bad things Dead things Sad things have to happen Bad things Dead things Sad things have to happen Bad things Dead things Sad things
're dead Always so easily lead Bang bang you're dead Put all the rumours to bed Bang bang you're dead Bang bang bang bang you're dead
the phone I said, Buddy, I'm afraid to be alone 'Cause I got some weird ideas in my head About things to do in Denver when you're dead I was working
I take everyone Parties like my policy and I take where I'm some Damaged like my every thoughts and when you talk I do Things I did when I was dead and
번역: 죽은 Milkmen. 피프티 것들.
