When They Are Gone (for Tim) - Jamie T

Yeah I’m alright

I’ll deal with the Sticks and Stones yeah

City’s quiet tonight

It better be or else I’ll show it

A fucking good fight

I feel like the city deserves shit

For taking a life

A talent that I tried to nurture

It’s a sick sick place with no antibiotic

We tried to calm it down but it carries on chaotic.

Its a big brick now through the window of his office,

Taking from the wall that the Kids bounced on it

When they are gone,

You know the memory lives on

Im in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals

When they are gone,

You know that the memories live on

Sat in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals

I said I’m alright

Sitting with my sticks and stones yeah,

Slightly uptight

As every escape tunnel found before we dug it

It’s a sick sick day with no money in a pocket

You try to turn it back but there’s no way you can stop it

It’s a sick trick played by a city with no comment

I tried to lead the way but the city always stops it

When they are gone,

I know their memory lives on

I sat by a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals

When they are gone,

You know that their memories live on

Sat in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals

When they are gone,

I know their memory live on

I sat by a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funeral

When they are gone,

Know that their memories living on

Said I’m in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals

When they are gone,

I know their memories live on

I sat by a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funeral

When they are gone,

Know that their memories live on

Sat in a situation at a BBQ raising money for their funerals