If you've never seen your life in the blink of an eye don't stick around till the end, And if you've never seen a beating from someone's hands Don't cry, Don't fucking cry.
A hand bursts through the dirt Bringing back all the memories the times beneath my lips, Beckoning to where they lay,
When this war is over and if we are dead or alive We can rest in our own way, We can rest in our own graves
We can dance on our fucking graves, (fucking graves) We can laugh, live it up, (Just like the old days), Laugh it, live it up.
We part ways in the same fucking grave Nothing is left, And they know it was part of your test, They caught us fast and they killed us slow, At least I didn't lose my mind, lose my fucking mind.
We can dance on our fucking graves, (fucking graves) We can laugh, live it up, (just like the old days), Laugh it, live it up.
You've got one foot in the grave bitch, don't fucking jump. Head, first.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
