Bumblefoot (Ron Thal) - Sweetmeat | Текст песни

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My engine is blown
My balance is thrown
I pushed myself up the hill
And fell to the kill

I degenerate
Collapsed at my gate
I challenged my weakened knees
And fell to disease
The higher we climb the wall
The longer the fall

The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat

Have you met my dead friend, Swollen, the head?
Have I introduced you to my lung friend, The Flu?

But friends that won't leave
Steal the air you breathe
They eat up your final food
None left for you
With smiling friends like these
Who needs enemies

The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat

And more with every hour that came, I sank down

With smiling friends like these
There will be no peace

The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat

Oh, the sweetmeat
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat

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