God died today He left me in the cold He stumbled down a path He died upon his knees on The way to the commode
God died today He skid in pouring rain With his feet up on the dash Right off the Chelsea Bridge, Lord Was hardly seen again
The gigs were overlong And most of them mundane And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade And I, I've never been in London this time of year It's nice, but I couldn't wait to slowly disappear
He died today And hе did it with a smile Threw his body in the bag Thrеw on the ITV, Lord And laughed a little while
In a kind of way It makes me feel at home Superfluous as shit Digestible and free, Lord Within reach and my control Throw the kettle on
The gigs were overlong And none of us got paid And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year? It's nice, think I remembered why I liked it here
Tuia i runga Tuia i raro Ka tangi te titi Ka tangi te kaka Ka tangi hoki aha Ko te timatanga te kupu Ko te atua te kupu Ko te atua ano atua kupu i te timatanga E pa e manaakitia matau E nga hou e wha moana nu a kiwa He aha te mea nui o te ao He tangata He tangata He tangata
You raised me up now And pulled me out of my mind And filled me with significance I cannot describe The tunes were overdone The well was all but dry And I still believe magnificent isn't hard to find And I'm convalescing slowly, day by day It's nice, I'm still in London, living, by the way And I wanna live it like it's worth something in time I gotta give it time, give it time, give it time
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How normal all the tragic feels How tragic all the normal is Thereafter, the laughter The real enraptured But anyway, I plan to stay Attend the weekly football game Thereafter, thereafter Tagaloa cried and said, "Though part of you is dead Don't waste a minute of this thing you have left" And he picked me up just like a father And carried me south-east, where the city was calling
Compositores: David Immanuel Menachem Sasagi Leaupepe, Thomas Alexander John Hobden, Jung Kim, Maxwell Dunn, Dominik Borzestowski, Shane Mclean ECAD: Obra #37478939