Better off Dead Songtext

von Matthew Ebel

So thats that theres nothing left to say
Its all gone it blew it in my face
And maybe i could be a model of the human race
And take living as a prize for second place
Yeeee ye
And all the things we left unsaid
So we said that we'd meet up instead
There just fly's buzzing in my head
The world turned faster than this young dumb bastered
Could tell hell ow well maybe we where better of dead
So nobody predicted we'd be gone
Cause god told me your preacher got it wrong
The market crashes turns to ashes then shes dancing on
Some fattle way to queue up for a song
You just don't panic so they said
You just lay back and feed your head
Well that aint clever
That never got nothing to sell hell ow well maybe we where better of dead