Richard and the Pallbearers: Sad Songs

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I've wasted these chests full of breath
and i've squandered all my best but
I can get by with what I have left.
All these memories light my soul
like a christmas tree,
AND I DONT MISS WHAT i COULDNT BE.

**tHE FINAL TIME THAT i SEE THE SUN
fIRE MY ASHES FROM A LOADED GUN.
i'LL SING MY SONG AND THEN i'M DONE
tHEN WE'LL KNOW THAT THIS WAS THE SONG.
tHEN WE'LL KNOW THAT THIS WAS THE SONG.**

cIGARETTE BURNS AND SWEAT STAINED FRETS
a PIECE OF HUMBLE PIE AND A CRYIN FIT
tHIS IS ALL THAT i'VE LEFT FOR MY FRIENDS.
iF i COULD SING JUST ONE MORE SONG
SAY MY PEACE AND THEN i'M GONE.
i WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, THIS IS THE ONE.

**tHE FINAL TIME THAT i SEE THE SUN
fIRE MY ASHES FROM A LOADED GUN.
SING MY SONG AND THEN we're DONE
tHEN WE'LL KNOW THAT THIS WAS THE SONG.
tHEN WE'LL KNOW THAT THIS WAS THE SONG.**

Booked this show sometime ago
try to get through with a lump in your throat.
You sons of bitches, i'm happy to know
pour out drinks and stomp on the floor
pick on a guitar thats how you should mourn
and i hope that youl all sing along