| I love the dead before they’re cold
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| They’re bluing flesh for me to hold
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| Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing
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| I love the dead before they rise
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| No farewells, no goodbyes
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| I never knew your rotting face
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| While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave
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| I have other uses for you, Darling
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| We love the dead
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| We love the dead, Yeah
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| For criminal acts and violence on the stage
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| For being a brat
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| Refusing to act your age
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| For all of the decent citizens you’ve enraged
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| You can go to Hell
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| For gambling and drinking alcohol constantly
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| For making us doubt our parents authority
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| For choosing to be a living obscenity
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| You can go to Hell
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| You’re something that never should have happened
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| You even make your Grandma sick
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| You’d poison a blind man’s dog and steal his cane
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| You’d gift wrap a leper
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| And mail him to your Aunt Jane
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| You’d even force-feed a diabetic a candy cane
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| You can go to Hell
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| You’re something that never should have happened
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| You even make your Grandma sick
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| For criminal acts and violence on the stage
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| For being a brat
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| Refusing to act your age
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| For all of the decent citizens you’ve enraged
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| You can go to Hell
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| Wish You Were Here
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| I sent you a postcard
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| Thought it would be funny
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| Would have sent a souvenir
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| But they took all my money
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| It’s pretty warm down here but it ain’t sunny
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| And I’m having a Hell of a time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| I tried to call you
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| I tried to call you
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| Long distance operators that only stall you
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| Besides the damn rates are so high
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| They just appall you
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| And I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| And I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| It started out on a nice vacation
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| Left the station right on time
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| Now it’s turned to near frustration
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| I’m just a prisoner in time
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| Can’t get a ticket to get me home, my dear
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| And I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| Having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| Having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| Seeing all the sights here
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| I’m getting lonely
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| I’d show you all the film I took if they would only get ley me go home
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| Dear, sincerely
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| I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here
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| I’m having a Hell of time, my dear
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| Wish you were here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Love the Dead / Go to Hell / Wish You Were Here , by - Alice Cooper. Song from the album The Alice Cooper Show, in the genre Хард-рок