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 |