Ill of the Dead - Dead Moon

The old ones take their money to the grave

That’s what they say

Youth is wasted on the young, I don’t think so

But wait you’ll see

Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t speak ill of the dead

So many times I thought I’d end it all

Take the fall and slip away

Some of my friends have done the main

I never had that much pain

So don’t speak ill of the dead

Some of my friends are gone forever

Paled into the light

Things I wish I could have said

As they passed into the night

I miss you

Don’t speak ill of the dead