Wither - Shakey Graves

I know the good die young

So let’s let it pass, let’s grow old and wither

I know two wrongs don’t make a right

But I think, dear,

I hope that I never know

What my life will look like with another

I know you’ll keep me kicking 'til the end

At least I hope that’s how it goes

I know the time will come

So let’s stand our ground and pick up our adversaries

I know that living for some is just

Waiting around like taxidermy

She thinks she’s safer asleep

But dreams won’t save anybody

They’ll keep her guessing 'til the very end

At least she hopes that’s how it goes

Oh, good lord, they’ve all gone belly-up

Woo hoo, woo hoo

Oh, good lord, they’ve all gone belly-up

Woo hoo, woo hoo

Oh, good lord, they’ve all gone belly-up

Woo hoo, woo hoo (woo hoo, woo hoo)

Oh, good lord, they’ve all gone belly-up

Woo hoo, woo hoo