40 Years – Then Death TISM

[Verse 1]
All that's good, all that's right
Everything hot, all that's tight
Women, men, pubescent girls
Never again to finger their curls
On their heads, so exquisite
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love

[Chorus]
Forty years of living then death
That's all that's left
Forty years then death
Forty years, that's all that's left
Forty years of living then death
That's all that's left
Forty years then death
Forty years, that's all that's left

[Verse 2]
The work is just beginning
As my hair begins thinning
Pleasure is passed and all that's dear
As friend and foe alike disappear
Never again to visit
The palace, the palace of love