Lyrics The Ballad of Tonto Higgins - The Weeks

The Ballad of Tonto Higgins - The Weeks
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Tonto Higgins, artist - The Weeks. Album song Comeback Cadillac, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.07.2008
Record label: Crooked Letter
Song language: English

The Ballad of Tonto Higgins

I will stay for myself
And you can leave if you think it would help
Oh I could stay here all alone
I’ll close the blinds, I’ll lock the door, and unplug the phone
Your broken heart, I’ll try to mend
With cigarettes and self regret I like to lend
Or I could kill myself, if you think that would help
Or I could write a note, and beg for help from God himself
But that won’t help, no that won’t help me
I could write all night and Until my hand bleeds
And I will fade, I’ll fade away
And I will write until the end of everyday
I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
I’ll fade away
And I will walk my body through the street
And hope that God guides me from horns and honking cars that speed
And I will jump off the highest floor
And hope that something soft will break my fall I won’t hurt you no more
And I will sing until my throat it bleeds
Oh but I’m pretty sure this voice will be the death of me
But that wont help, no that wont help me
What’s the point of singing if no one is listening
And I will fade, I’ll fade away
And I will sing until the end of everyday
I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
I’ll fade away
Well I hope, when your gone, whatever be the cause, that you’ll move on
Well you can sell my things and keep my mothers ring
Well you can curse my name, spit on my grave, or fuck for fame
You can fuck for fame
You can curse my name
Or you spit on my grave
Well you can fuck for fame
And I hope, when your gone, whatever be the cause, that you’ll move on
Well you can sell my things and keep my mothers ring
Well you can curse my name, spit on my grave, or fuck for fame
Well you can fuck for fame
You can curse my name
Or you spit on my grave
Well you can fuck for fame
But that won’t help, no that won’t help me
I could write all night and Until my hand bleeds
And I will fade, I’ll fade away
And I will write until the end of everyday
I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
I’ll fade away

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Artist lyrics: The Weeks