about
If Miles asks for a cigarette, don't charge him a dollar. You will be made fun of in musical form.
lyrics
When I saw the evening end I sat beside myself again
and wondered if she'd ever walk my way.
Then I had some time to think and maybe just a couple drinks,
And these are all the words that I would say.
Oh! For you.
Oh! For you.
And I would dance at your funeral,
Giggle if you're terminal,
Fall asleep while you explain your life.
Oh! For you.
Now I'm not one for making sense but this shit aint coincidence,
You are slinking your way through my mind.
I'm about to talk about, "about the things you're all about."
And understand, we'll win in time.
Oh! For you.
Oh! For you.
And I would dance at your funeral,
Giggle if you're terminal,
Fall asleep while you explain your life.
Oh! For you.
Well can't you see,
Im trying not to follow you? But I'm failing, I'm failing.
I am sure, that if you listened close to me,
That I'd still be waiting for you.
Oh! For you.
And I would dance at your funeral,
Giggle if you're terminal,
Fall asleep while you explain your life.
Oh! For you.
credits
from
Bad Education,
released September 1, 2012
Jake Williams- Guitars, Vocals
Miles Joris-Peyrafitte- Drums, Percussion
Burke Williams- Bass
Oliver Ignatius- Backup Vocals
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