Song for the Dead - Alexander Wolfe

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