Song For The Dead

Oh, what do you know
Since there’s nothing above, there must be something below
But no, no don’t look down
‘cos through the stories of war, flow the tears of a clown
So take those pictures off the wall
No-one will believe you till your world starts to fall down
And oh, what’s this I see
While you’re thinking ‘bout you, I’m busy thinking ‘bout me
And oh, what was that you said
These ain’t written for you, these are the songs for the dead
Still you’re sitting there requesting for the right to cry
Don’t look to me to wipe those tears from your eye
And now you’re at the wheel
They’ve uncovered your lies, now tell me how does that feel?
And oh, what was that you said
These ain’t written for you, these are the songs for the dead
So take those pictures off the wall
Your force fed icons words they don’t mean nothin' at all
And still you’re sitting there requesting for the right to die
Well don’t look to me to wipe those tears from your eye