DEAD MEN CHRONICLE
He feels so lonely he could die
He feels so lonely he could die
That's the dead men chronicle
Waiting for a dead end miracle
You know each time you cut his hair
He's crying sitting on his chair
But do him a favor, leave as you lost your flavor
Do him a favor, leave as you lost your flavor
She feels so lonely she could cry
She feels so lonely she could cry
That's the dead men chronicle
Waiting for a dead end miracle
Even her kids got out of her control
She is such a dead soul
But do her a favor, leave as you lost your flavor
Do her a favor, leave as you lost your flavor
Do me a favor, leave as you lost your flavor
Writer/s: ALAN CORBEL
