Ill of The Dead — текст песни (Dead Moon)

The old ones take their money to the grave

Thats what they say

Youth is wasted on the young, I dont think so

But wait youll see

Dont, dont, dont, dont speak ill of the dead



So many times I thought Id end it all

Take the fall and slip away

Some of my friends have done the main

I never had that much pain

So dont speak ill of the dead



Some of my friends are gone forever

Paled into the light

Things I wish I could have said

As they passed into the night

I miss you

Dont speak ill of the dead