Slaughterhouse Friend Paroles

he had it all

I knew a boy who threw himself off a tower
a hundred and fifty five feet this
tower rose

A cloud, hotel or a crane
it made no difference
it was so plain
he was a show

So how on earth would this boy
get back home?
when all the lovers began
when all the families sing
when all the melody grows
when all the families know
when all the lovers begin
when all the families sing
when all the melodies grow a cocky flying man blind
will see no difference when we find
low is a crime

So how on earth would this boy
get back home?
when all the lovers began
when all the families sing
when all the melody grows
when all the families know
when all the lovers begin
when all the families sing
when all the melodies grow
in the summer grows and grows
grows and grows
and grows and grows