Marc Broussard - Everybody Dies(505 visits)

Grew up on St. Pierre
Me and Casey were never scared
Stealing records from the neighbor's garbage
Sippin' sodas at the funeral home
Starin' at a dead mean sure feels wrong
Someone somewhere don't know he's gone
But everybody dies

Everybody dies
Sometimes just a little bit
Sometimes the whole damn thing
Everybody get high
'Cause what you get out of it
Is what you put into it
And then the fat lady sings

Cops came so we ran away
Hidin' out in those urban caves
Cut my toe down there in the coulee
Corey came with the first aid kit
Them brothers laughed as I pitched a fit
I show that scar and I'm proud of it
Guess it's time to say goodbye

Everybody dies
Sometimes just a little bit
Sometimes the whole damn thing
Everybody get high - yes
What you get out of it
Is what you put into it
And then the fat lady sings
Sing it

Well...
Ten years old, we went our separate ways
World's gonna change, but the memory stays
Time don't stop as the record plays
Sure is good to be alive
Now Casey's runnin' the family game
Still burying folks, 'cause ain't nothin' changed
And I'm just out here tryin' to stay sane
And tryin' my best to hold on tight

'Cause everybody dies
Sometimes just a little bit
Sometimes the whole damn thing
Everybody get high - yes
What you get out of it
Is what you put into it
And then the fat lady sings

Ooooh
Everybody dies - yes
Sometimes just a little bit
Sometimes the whole damn thing

Ooooh
Everybody get high
'Cause what you get out of it
Is what you put into it
And then the fat lady sings
Sing it













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