Gavin Friday The Next Thing To Murder
Welcome to the happy end... your feelings they don't
count boy! oh no! you've got no friends! ... sunset over
hell... the worst is yet to come now... you can crawl,
you can walk, you can run...
E who is, who was, is now to come... the next thing to
murder. with voodoo tattooed in your head! your world is
fake! all lost and sad. the greatest story ever told, the
love of money, the want
Old! another day, another dollar. the price you pay is
what they tell you. welcome... come on... to the happy
end. your feelings they don't count boy. oh no! you've
got no friends... sunset over
. the worst is yet to come now. you can crawl, you can
walk, you can run. for he who is, who was, is now to
come... so this is where we turn to friends because this
is where it all ends. the bib
The book! jesus the friend! all the king's horses kill
all the king's men. the next thing to murder. the next
thing to murder... prepare ye... prepare ye...
