| People love to watch you die
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| And wonderful to tell
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| People you have never met
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| Claim to know you well
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| People love to watch you die
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| Dig your dignity
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| One guy said 'he's better dead
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| Than how he used to be'
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| They’ll sell the souvenirs
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| And the relics of your tears
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| They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
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| They love to watch you die and you know why
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| People love to watch you die
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| It gets them sexually
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| And then they smoke a cigarette
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| And make a cup of tea
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| People love to watch you fry
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| They love to throw the switch
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| They’ll either have you crucified
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| Or burn you as a witch
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| They send bouquets of flowers
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| And then stare at space for hours
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| They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
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| They love to watch you die and you know why
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| People love to watch you die
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| Then give your family hell
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| They call it grief but it’s just a relief
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| And they know that full well
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| People love to watch you drown
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| The symbol’s what they need
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| They’d rather not see you at all
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| Than watch your hair recede
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| And just to watch your pain
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| They’d bring you back to life again
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| They build a little shrine, sing you Auld Lang Syne
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| They love to watch you die and you know why |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song People Love To Watch You Die , by - John Wesley Harding. Song from the album The Confessions Of St. Ace, in the genre Иностранный рок