
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Song language: English
Life Hurts More Than Death |
... And he was hanging long |
For this season much too long |
He would have hung even longer |
But he was cut off the rope |
It was where everybody |
Used to hang them selves |
Oh, yes, my disappointed boy |
It was not a lucky year |
.. And she turned on the gas |
With her little trembling hands |
And since she was quite petite |
Inside the oven she did creep |
I knew there’s something wrong |
She did not answer the phone |
Oh, yeah, my little girl |
I should have come earlier then |
You really broke me down |
The next will never come |
I won’t tell you: see you around |
The next year will never come.. |
.. And she shot him in the face |
She was really sensitive |
She could not put up whit it When away swinging her hips |
I had not expected it And as always, I could say: |
Had I only been three, babe |
You could be impeccable |
You really broke me down |
The next will never come |
I won’t tell you: see you around |
The next year will never come.. |