paroles de chanson The Good Die Young - IIIA

He dead, she dead, they dead, we dead
All em dead
Said he loved to write
Instead his face
Kissed the lead
All dogs go to heaven
But the humans
Stay in hell
The good die young
No more stories left to tell

Back in the kitchen cook a new batch for the streets
Produced till someone drops PTSD
No glass half full, anger the relief
So traumatized we had to bury grief
This ain't coughing, we laughing
Bring the cask out, fuck a casket
Night time comes, we gon' get ours
Every hour you think you safe is another scar
Your sister finds on your face
Wolves gotta eat, ain't no saving grace
Ain't no saving grace
Look, look, silence the lambs when they Hopkins
World went west, so we dealt sin
Needles of the compass, novice to compassion
Promises not threats
One thing I know about bloodshed
It's a river that never ends
Baptized fear in coca leaves
Come sundown
We gon' do it all again
No shots but they shooting up
No shots but they shooting up
No shots but they shooting up
Another life lost to the cold sweats

He dead, she dead, they dead, we dead
All em dead
Said he loved to write
Instead his face
Kissed the lead
All dogs go to heaven
But the humans
Stay in hell
The good die young
No more stories left to tell

I'ma murder than muses
Fist fights and switchblades made me fucking ruthless
Wish things were different
But I bear the scars of a child missed by Cupid
If you think you know me, pause right there
You fucking stupid
Fuck you know about 2k on your head
Fuck you know about probation from the feds
Withdrawals on the bedside
Last time I lost my cool, three people nearly fucking died
Made love with a Cuban witch, Santeria
Watched my enemies get crucified
Couldn't rebuke my soul
The blood of these pigs is mine
Fell in love with an heiress at the steps of Versailles
Said she loved the cruelty in my eyes
Placed the knife to my heart, boo
Not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to die
Two eyes on you, one looking to the sky
Let my sins be sanctified
Let my sins be sanctified
I'm yours