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Written: 1995
Released: 2005 on 'Mr Jeays'



What if I die one day
In a car crash miles away
For my wild and reckless speed
As a policeman asks of me
How I came to hit this tree
And I answer 'ha very fast indeed'

What if I fade away
Tiptoeing to that day
When I give up this mortal soul
Apologizing everyday
For still not being on my way
To that black and gaping hole

The singer dies oh tragic loss
Who gives a damn who gives a toss
No pity more those that remain
Those whose success you can't explain
And ask yourselves when they go
Will the ranks of heaven grow
Or when it comes their time to die
Will the hordes of devils cry
You wanted love we closed their eyes
You wanted gold we struck them dumb
You wanted fame we kept them deaf
Now pay the price your time is come
And now you're here oh Mr Sting
You've made us proud we must admit
They gave you love
They gave you gold
They gave you fame
And you gave them shit

What if I end my days
In an alcoholic haze
Drugged up dragged out before my time
As the critics tedious
Claim yet another genius
Taken from us in his prime

What if I blow my brain
Half way from here to Spain
And overnight become more God than man
But oh the irony
Of dying before they get to see
Just how shit I really am

The singer dies oh tragic loss
Who gives a damn who gives a toss
No pity more those that remain
Those whose success you can't explain
And ask yourselves when they go
Will the ranks of heaven grow
Or when it comes their time to die
Will the hordes of devils cry
You wanted love we closed their eyes
You wanted gold we struck them dumb
You wanted fame we kept them deaf
Now pay the price your time is come
And now you're here oh Miss Morrisette
You've made us proud we must admit
They gave you love
They gave you gold
They gave you fame
And you gave them shit

What if I meet my fate
Struggling to negociate
The pleasures of a drunken conquest
Heading for that great beyond
Between the buttocks of a blonde
Suffocating and distressed

What if I pass away
Before I have a chance to pray
To a God I didn't know
Ah too late now to change my horse
I'll stick to this infernal course
Cut me loose and watch me go

The singer dies oh tragic loss
Who gives a damn who gives a toss
No pity more those that remain
Those whose success you can't explain
And ask yourselves when they go
Will the ranks of heaven grow
Or when it comes their time to die
Will the hordes of devils cry
You wanted love we closed their eyes
You wanted gold we struck them dumb
You wanted fame we kept them deaf
Now pay the price your time is come
And now you're here Mr Bonio
You've made us proud we must admit
They gave you love
They gave you gold
They gave you fame
And you gave them
And you gave them
And you gave them shit

© Philip Jeays 1995
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Released April 18th 2016 Take The Slow Train album

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