He looks sick
He is sick
Woah!
Home tonies and highballs
I'm happy to be sad
He looks dead
He is Dead
Woah!
Your not the hero
That f*ck
Couldn't see
Stereophonics, splits ville
And that's alright with me
He looks as light as a feather
He is as light as a feather
When I count to three we will lift him
Lucky I'm winter, a looker and there is shades of black
Don't trouble the master he said don't bother him now
Home tonies and highballs, he said don't bother him know
My boyfriend died