paroles de chanson Dead - Husky Loops
The
poet
is
dead
It's
me
and
my
friends
At
a
funeral
And
we're
not
crying
Clowns
dressed
as
hippies
are
dancing
around
Playing
little
trumpets
and
a
bass
drum
around
The
priest
doesn't
know
what
to
say
You
can
tell
someone's
on
cocaine
I've
been
in
this
place
when
I
was
young
Riding
my
bike
when
I
was
young
Hearing
a
voice
crackle
in
my
head
Hearing
a
voice
say,
"You're
not..."
(Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead)
The
poet
is
dead
(Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead)
It's
me
and
my
friends
(Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead)
At
a
funeral
We're
not
crying
Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead
Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead
Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead
Dead,
dead,
dead,
dead
I've
been
in
this
place
when
I
was
young
Riding
my
bike
when
I
was
young
Hearing
a
voice
crackle
in
my
head
Hearing
a
voice
say,
"You're
not
dead"
I've
been
in
this
place
when
I
was
young
Riding
my
bike
when
I
was
young
Hearing
a
voice
crackle
in
my
head
Hearing
a
voice
say–
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