A Death In The Family Testo

Testo A Death In The Family

You make being a cockroach look so great
How can a goddamn saint be so full of hate?
I still recall the lines upon your face...

Maybe I was born to waste my time
Maybe I'm just not the talking kind
I saw you look at me from across the room

If there's a death in the family
What's in it for me?

Could you tell me where to set my feet?
A cigarette burns out in the street
Lick the pavement, taste the apathy
A world of noise never sung so sweet

Every teenager feels like hanging
Every old man feels like finding a way to survive
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