Culling Song

If this was a culling song

I'd tailor it to just one person

If this was a culling song

He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and

By now he'd be clutching his throat

He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air

By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair

If this was a killer tune

A poison spoonful of words and music

If this was a deadly blend

Of atmospherics and acoustics

Could i carry the burden

And never abuse it

And always be certain

To do the right thing?

But it's still worth a try

You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye

But it's still worth a try

You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye

Goodbye

If this was a culling song

I'd tailor it to just one person

If this was a culling song

He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and

By now he'd be clutching his throat

He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air

By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair

But it's still worth a try

You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye

But it's still worth a try

You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye

Goodbye

Not everyone is laughing

Not everyone is laughing

Because ugly rumours rule our world

Don't ruin our promise

Defy everyone and deny

And good-bye