Album Name : The Brothel to the Cemetery
Release Date : 1996-01-01
Song Duration : 2:32
Tiger Lillies Decline
Well, the tree it does wither
You're hands like peaches grow old
Your back bends like a willow
With nobody left now to hold
Your dreams, hopes, aspirations
Have all turned to dust
You've nobody left now to talk to
And you've no-one left now to trust
Should I mourn your decline
Should I be nice to you
Where do I draw the line
It is in to a home that awaits you
Should I mourn your final decline
No, I will drink to your decline
I will drink to your decline