a stained creation becometh my tragedy Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again O, this scenery of loss always present within me Afar into the obscure I wish
to hell He nearly blew us back home to Australia And the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain Well we buried ours and the Turks buried
a reason why I sing So give it all, and it's these reasons that belong to me Today I offer up myself to this, I'm living for my dying wish I give it
we were all blown to hell Nearly blew us all back home to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda As we stuck to bury our slain We burned ours and the Turks buried
that this, This is my dying wish. I cannot block it out Or learn how to forgive. I've lost and I've bled For words you never said. They're burying the
us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to australia But the band played waltzing matilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the turks buried
and hope the warmth will set us free. And know that you have lied and I wish I could be there on the day you die - alone. We'll bury you in the snow
give up with a vest on my chest and a bullet in my lung i can't believe i'm dying with my song unsung so if and when i die won't you bury me alone? because
bury this hatchet so deep inside your chest you'll wish you never asked for it brace yourself and watch your back it's time I bury this hatchet so deep
coming Its forgiven Not forgotten But i'm sure you'll turn around, around, around I wish i could breath for you Its hard enough breathing for my... I wish
and sliding you feel yourself asking her Why would you want me to try? Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer Down where the devils are dying
, you know Mohammed was the truth. You know what im sayin? Islam is the way to go yo.) But ain't Mohammed die? He a dawg and they buried him, thats scary
least privately, in takes Theres another one And I'd say we'll be okay But thats a lie man, I mean hey We're all dying young It's not a wish, although
sing, So give it all, and it's these reasons that belong to me Today I offer all myself to this I'm living for my dying wish, I give it all, now there
why I sing, So give it all, it's these reasons that belong to me Today I offer all myself to this I'm living for my dying wish, I give it all, now
why your children are dying, but I can offer you my sympathy. And I can't show you where your children are buried, 'cause they're not. They're not buried
d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda As we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried
star Wakens me tonight With a lonely kiss Chipping away at this dark wall Solitude and demise Glory beyond this I confess She started this dying heart