Waste of bereavement - Omnium Gatherum

Now the devil is old and diseased

In the very heart of each bone

All the sons have gone to their mothers

To learn the things that will count

Those who die may come back

«How you leave today» does not

And if you wanna get down below

Then you’ll get down below

How I’d like to live in a city

That don’t breed for spiritless dreams

But I’ll stay awake and I’ll pray

Let them go away if they want

«My fucking youth in a sewer»

Is not the loss to be grieved

And I got no hate for you

Honey, No good it will ever be

If I can’t make it here I’m not gonna make it

If not here, I’m not gonna make it anywhere

«My fucking youth in a sewer»

Is not the loss to be grieved

And I got no hate for you

Honey, No good it will ever be

Poor devil’s ass for god’s fist

If what you are is being a no one

And if you wanna get down below

Then you’ll get down below

Oh oh oh oh, Is it like that

Will the little town little boots

Melt away, Melt into this world

If I can’t make it here I’m not gonna make it

If not here, I’m not gonna make it anywhere

Anywhere, Anywhere