The Decemberists

We All Die Young


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It was late one night, I was counting out my stitches
Laying by the side of the road
I was a long time gone and slipping off my britches
Feeling like it's time to go home
Yeah, feeling like it's time to go home

And in this dream, Bill Tecumseh Sherman
Glowered at the foot of my bed
He was long and lean, he spoke in perfect German
And I recorded all that he said
Yeah, I recorded all that he said

And he said
We all die young
We all die young
We all die young
We all die young

When I woke next day, layered in the lashings
Feeling for the hole in my head
I was thinking 'bout my dad, thinking 'bout the nashings
Of all the bitter things that he said
Yeah, all the worrying things that he had said

And he said
We all die young
We all die young
We all die young
We all die young

Son, he said
We all die young
(We all die young)
We all die young
(We all die young)
We all die young
(We all die) we all die young

And it came to pass when everything had ended
The world was just a grubby balloon
And I spoke up, said sorry if I've offended
This voice came from the back of the room
Oh, screaming from the back of the room

It said
We all die young
(We all die young)
We all die young
(We all die young)
We all die young
We all die, we all die young

One more time
We all die young
Bill Tecumseh Sherman We all die young
We all die young
Sorry if I've offended We all die young
We all die young
We all die, we all die young

(We all die young)
(We all die young)
We all die, we all die young

(We all die young)
(We all die young)
We all die, we all die young


Autor(es): Colin Meloy

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