Perish Room Songtext
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Everyone's got a story
Too sordid to tell.
Drifting down esplanades,
Summer monsoon swells.
He believes in the afterlife,
Angels ring in his head.
An eldest frame and a Lenin suit,
Angels fly in his head.
He left a note on the door.
Yellow fever burial ground,
Salvation, your reward.
Make the stone encourage him,
He speaks not what is right.
Without hope or family,
A solemn way to die.
We were gone in the afternoon,
Too sordid to tell.
Drifting down esplanades,
Summer monsoon swells.
He believes in the afterlife,
Angels ring in his head.
An eldest frame and a Lenin suit,
Angels fly in his head.
He left a note on the door.
Yellow fever burial ground,
Salvation, your reward.
Make the stone encourage him,
He speaks not what is right.
Without hope or family,
A solemn way to die.
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