i know you always did things your way that's why i loved you, but why did you have to go and die on my birthday, its not even been a year since Johnny Cash sang his last Song.
i know this might sound weird but i always thought i'd meet you and i know im not 14 but it really hurt me healing the news that are anounced that Marlon Brando died today.
bring back Brando, bring back Brando its my 29th birthday and all i want to bring back brando
i knew the day would come but i imagined i'd be with you at the very least vaguely know you at the very very least i'd get pissed with you. i'd ask you what you drinkning you'd reply: oh what have ya got?
bring back Brando, bring back Brando its my 29th birthday and all i want to bring back brando
its getting on quite late im sad, im rather tired maybe 5 is one too many times to watch A Streetcar Named Desire haven't even started to watch The Fugitive Kind.
This is all i have left of my lifetime's mild? obsession its not the few bad movies, its your timing that i question who knows, a few more years could've been there to say goodbye
bring back Brando, bring back Brando its my 29th birthday and all i want to bring back brando