The Ballad of Tonto Higgins - The Weeks

The Ballad of Tonto Higgins - The Weeks

  • Альбом: Comeback Cadillac

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 4:56

Below is the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Tonto Higgins , artist - The Weeks with translation

Lyrics " The Ballad of Tonto Higgins "

Original text with translation

The Ballad of Tonto Higgins

The Weeks

I will stay for myself

And you can leave if you think it would help

Oh I could stay here all alone

I’ll close the blinds, I’ll lock the door, and unplug the phone

Your broken heart, I’ll try to mend

With cigarettes and self regret I like to lend

Or I could kill myself, if you think that would help

Or I could write a note, and beg for help from God himself

But that won’t help, no that won’t help me

I could write all night and Until my hand bleeds

And I will fade, I’ll fade away

And I will write until the end of everyday

I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away

I’ll fade away

And I will walk my body through the street

And hope that God guides me from horns and honking cars that speed

And I will jump off the highest floor

And hope that something soft will break my fall I won’t hurt you no more

And I will sing until my throat it bleeds

Oh but I’m pretty sure this voice will be the death of me

But that wont help, no that wont help me

What’s the point of singing if no one is listening

And I will fade, I’ll fade away

And I will sing until the end of everyday

I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away

I’ll fade away

Well I hope, when your gone, whatever be the cause, that you’ll move on

Well you can sell my things and keep my mothers ring

Well you can curse my name, spit on my grave, or fuck for fame

You can fuck for fame

You can curse my name

Or you spit on my grave

Well you can fuck for fame

And I hope, when your gone, whatever be the cause, that you’ll move on

Well you can sell my things and keep my mothers ring

Well you can curse my name, spit on my grave, or fuck for fame

Well you can fuck for fame

You can curse my name

Or you spit on my grave

Well you can fuck for fame

But that won’t help, no that won’t help me

I could write all night and Until my hand bleeds

And I will fade, I’ll fade away

And I will write until the end of everyday

I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away

I’ll fade away

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