He feels so lonely he could die He feels so lonely he could die That’s the dead men chronicle Waiting for a dead end miracle You know each time you cut his hair
He’s crying sitting on his chair But do him a favor, leave as you lost your flavor Do him a favor, leave as you lost your flavor
She feels so lonely she could cry She feels so lonely she could cry That’s the dead men chronicle Waiting for a dead end miracle Even her kids got out of her control She is such a dead soul But do her a favor, leave as you lost your flavor Do her a favor, leave as you lost your flavor