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• Artiste: Matmatah
• Titre: The Grave Digger
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How far I remember the day I lost my wife I thought that losing her was the end of my life But I held on and thought there was something better Than sinking like a stone, so I became a gravedigger Staying home, living alone, dropping tears on my own I do have never known where these voices came from As sweet as the morn, they were just saying : “Son Hey, there's work to be done among coffins and bones” Then all over the years, buried pounds of corpses Saw gallons of tears and drank thousands of beers I buried some lawyers I buried some junkies I buried some preachers I buried some bitches I buried my mother I buried my sister I buried some miners I buried gravediggers Old enough to give in, I am digging your vault And in the state I'm in, you may think it's not yours Digging deeper and deeper as you're getting ever colder Anyhow you can rave, I won't fall in the grave For the rest of my years, I'll bury pounds of corpses See gallons of tears and drinks thousands of beers I'll bury you lawyers I'll bury you junkies I'll bury you preachers I'll bury you bitches I'll bury your Queen I'll bury you mother I'll bury your King Oh, I'll bury you brother Yes, I'll bury you dreamers And bury your teachers And bury you friend And I'll bury... Yes I'll bury you Hereos And bury your singers And bury you Kinds And I'll bury Gravediggers