Drag The Waters

Kiss The Gunner

Compositor: Kiss the Gunner

We dance around your casket, and I reach for this nice red bouquet.
I placed this right upon your grave, and we will fly first class to the sky.
Flyin' flyin' yeah.
Reach for this red bouquet, and place it right up your grave.
Who said that this is goodbye?
This man is dead, this man is dead, oh this man, this man.
This man is dead.
His waters full of bones.