[Verse 1]
How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right?
When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caulfield was a friend of mine
We go drinking from time to time
And I find
It get's harder every time
[Chorus]
Back off
But you're out on the street again
Don't you stop
Did you know you couldn't swim?
Back off
Until you're out on the street again
I'm not gonna play if there ain't no way I'll win
[Verse 2]
Hemingway never seemed to mind
The banalities of a normal life
And I find
It get's harder every time
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two and sighed:
"Here's to life"
How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right?
When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caulfield was a friend of mine
We go drinking from time to time
And I find
It get's harder every time
[Chorus]
Back off
But you're out on the street again
Don't you stop
Did you know you couldn't swim?
Back off
Until you're out on the street again
I'm not gonna play if there ain't no way I'll win
[Verse 2]
Hemingway never seemed to mind
The banalities of a normal life
And I find
It get's harder every time
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two and sighed:
"Here's to life"
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!