Текст All Get Out – All My Friends Are Dead

I burned a list of books to be banned
Fever came sweat, then on turned the fan
Health in my work with each dirty word
I sold my soul to your prayers

I’ve got time to kill
All my work is done
Why’s their red, whats spilled

I crossed my heart when pledging my wife
If ever I’d fail then I’d hope to die
She kissed my forehead and laid me goodnight
Said «Darling you’re always mine»
Now I’ve got it

I’ve got time to kill
All my work is done
Why’s their red, whats spilled
All my friends are dead

Let’s rewind a bit
My success was legit
Small but what a flight
Daddies demons dead tonight

A short courtship makes a long term marriage
Passive pets and then a baby carriage
It’s not the dollar, it’s the principle of working
There’s no market I can find deserving
From now on I write only when I want to
I speak to God in the language I choose to
I understand all of the repercussions
But nobody’s gonna touch my work again
Oh I’ve got it

I’ve got time to kill
I’ve got time to kill

I’ve got time to kill
All my work is done
Why’s their red, whats spilled
Now all my friends are dead

Won’t you wait for me
Come name the family tree with me
Birth the kingdom full
Turn our lust to love to gold
Burn our wasted dreams
Settle down to Folly Beach
Spin my wedding ring
Just thinking about the way we sleep