Ill Of The Dead by Dead Moon
Artist: Dead Moon
Album: Strange Pray Tell
Dead Moon Strange Pray Tell Ill Of The Dead
The old ones take their money to the grave
That's what they say
Youth is wasted on the young, i don't think so
But wait you'll see
Don't, don't, don't, don't speak ill of the dead
So many times i thought i'd end it all
Take the fall and slip away
Some of my friends have done the main
I never had that much pain
So don't speak ill of the dead
Some of my friends are gone forever
Paled into the light
Things i wish i could have said
As they passed into the night
I miss you
Don't speak ill of the dead