Paroles officielles de la chanson «Dead Men Chronicle» : Alan Corbel

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Dead Men Chronicle"

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

Do me a favor, leave as you lost your flavor