It's been a long, long time since 1882 I'm not sure how many more moons I can take Won't you put me in the grave?
In the Alberta pines I had a home I found my bones, I killed a Rose I have hurt When will it be my turn?
There's something to be said about a quick death, no time to wonder why Wring out every breath, don't fear the reaper Know there's an end in sight Pity the man who can never die
In my chest is cold, cold steel The scars I've left they don't quite heal like mine But they're with me all the time
Cut your teeth and move a bridge It's not for trying that I'm living still But they have lacked the will
There's something to be said about a quick death, no time to wonder why Wring out every breath, don't fear the reaper Know there's an end in sight Pity the man who can never dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
