Jim Yoshii Pile-up A Toast To The Happy Couple
Now that it's done
Now that it's all gone wrong
Now that it's all gone so horribly well
I'm writing you will
To my father, black and blue
I leave a blood stained matress,
a lifeless handshake.
To my mother, with her head to the wall
Yeah I tried for you, but falied to do
the simplest things, that somehow mean the most
Yeah it's those little things, that f..ck me up the most
Oh, in a way it's funny, in a way it's filthy
Yeah, it's funny how, it kills me so, you can't let go
you won't remember my name
Six short months from now, they'll call me insane
If only we dared,
To light the torches, and sharpen the pikes
To bring an axe to the public square
to pick the branches bare
To the doctors who kill, I leave judgements that stick
and to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk,
Yeah, I promise you, I speak the truth that's new to
you
Oh yeah I promise you, you're not the only ones
Oh, in a way it's funny, in a way it's filthy
Yeah, it's funny how, it kills me so, you can't let go
you won't remember my name
Six short months from now, they'll call me insane
I'm thinking of us both now...
I'm thinking of us both now...
You are all hereby formally indicted.
