Текст песни: When They Are Gone (for Tim) + перевод

Yeah, I’m alright

I’ll deal with the sticks and stones, yeah

City’s quiet tonight

It better be or else I’ll show it

A fucking good fight

I feel like the city deserves shit

For taking a life

A talent that I tried to nurture

It’s a sick, sick place with no antibiotic

We tried to calm it down but it carries on chaotic

It’s a big brick now through the window of his office

Taken from the wall that the kids backs on it

When they are gone

You know their memory lives on

I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

When they are gone

Know that their memories live on

I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

I said I’m alright

Sitting with my sticks and stones, yeah

Slightly uptight

'Cause every escape tunnel found before we dug it

It’s a sick, shit day with no money in the pocket

You try to turn it back but there’s no way you can stop it

It’s a sick trick played by a city with no comment

I try to lead the way but the city always stops it

When they are gone

I know their memories live on

I’m in a situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

When they are gone

Know that their memories live on

I’m in a situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

When they are gone

I know their memories live on

I’m in a situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

When they are gone

Know that their memories live on

I’m in a situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

When they are gone

I know their memories live on

I’m in a situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

When they are gone

Know that their memories live on

I’m in a situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals

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