The Flatliners
The Flatliners - Hal Johnson Smokes Cigarettes songtekst
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We've gone to all this trouble of tearing our hair out Those shadows once oh so legendary have disappeared and fucking faded out At the foot of these graves of our fallen heroes the feeling is fraudulent As humiliation sets in When all you've idolized is dead and gone, you'll realize you've won When all you've built yourself up on has crashed and burned... We're digging graves for old memories And it's safe to say that I'll be home late And as those dreams of yours, they fizzle out Just remember we've already gone down in history If your feet never touch the ground, and you keep your head in those clouds You know it'll rain someday Surprise, surprise, this is the end There's nowhere to go from here Did you ever think the dead you'd bury wouldn't be your friends? Had it crossed your mind that your heroes are failures in the end? Surprise, surprise, this is the end.