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Muccino - Dead Lyrics



Muccino - Dead Lyrics




You won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

You could get eaten
Beaten up by muggers or flattened by a Honda
Sent into the vacuum of space by a giant cannon
Be allergic to bees and get stung by a bee while falling off of a building
Swallowed by a tornado
Only to be dropped into a volcano
Stomped by a single elephant
Or a pack of wild teenage elephants
Dragged through a field of poisonous snakes
By a stakes race winner
Frozen by ice, of all things ice
It used to keep your pop cool
Or you could get shot by a spineless psycho
For no f*cking reason

Eaten by a bear, dog, lion, leopard, cheetah, python, shark, barracuda
Or the repercussions of the Riemann Zeta function
Or you could do nothing and wait around for it to happen
And once it happens you're faced with the pain of the days that you wasted

But you won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

Oh, Madonna
Oh, Madonna, aspettiamo

You might hate a lot of things
Music, dancing, having fun
You could even hate this chord progression
And how it never goes no place 'cept this minor four

But one day you won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

You won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

You won't care
You're stuck with the pain of the days that you wasted
All your friends
You never made love under blistering moonlight
You're already
You never had nothing to hide from a lover
Life goes on
You can kick, you can scream, but you can't just start over
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You won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

You could get eaten
Beaten up by muggers or flattened by a Honda
Sent into the vacuum of space by a giant cannon
Be allergic to bees and get stung by a bee while falling off of a building
Swallowed by a tornado
Only to be dropped into a volcano
Stomped by a single elephant
Or a pack of wild teenage elephants
Dragged through a field of poisonous snakes
By a stakes race winner
Frozen by ice, of all things ice
It used to keep your pop cool
Or you could get shot by a spineless psycho
For no f*cking reason

Eaten by a bear, dog, lion, leopard, cheetah, python, shark, barracuda
Or the repercussions of the Riemann Zeta function
Or you could do nothing and wait around for it to happen
And once it happens you're faced with the pain of the days that you wasted

But you won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

Oh, Madonna
Oh, Madonna, aspettiamo

You might hate a lot of things
Music, dancing, having fun
You could even hate this chord progression
And how it never goes no place 'cept this minor four

But one day you won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

You won't care 'cause you'll be dead
And all your friends will make new friends
You're already at the end
Life goes on, you'll miss out

You won't care
You're stuck with the pain of the days that you wasted
All your friends
You never made love under blistering moonlight
You're already
You never had nothing to hide from a lover
Life goes on
You can kick, you can scream, but you can't just start over
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Writer: John Muccino II
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Muccino
Length: 2:46
Written by: John Muccino II

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