Golden palace
Perfect luck
Emerald gates
That never shut
My life is everything I dreamed
That it could be
And I just can’t get enough
I must have the midas touch
And nothing could ever ruin this for me
Oops I spoke too soon
Fell off cloud 9, woke up in a tomb
My skin is gray, my eyes are vacant
Clothes are bloody, mind is tainted
I fell asleep and I woke up in a war zone
They’re throwing grenades like like they’re playing cornhole
Or hacky sack
I’m always under attack
Got some bullets in my back
Now I don’t know how to act ‘cause
All the people that were singing my praises
Brought their shovels started digging my grave and
Yeah yeah
Now I’m reanimating
All the people that were singing my praises
Are getting nervous cause they know that I’m raging
That’s how the story goes
It’s a tale as old as…
Dirt
And the earth
And the grim reaper driving the hearse
Old as hurt
And a thirst
For people to do their very worst
Happy every after
Turn into disaster
‘Round and around we go
It’s a tale as old as
Tale as old as
Tale as old as
Methuselah
Am I losing ya?
Let me say it plainly no confusion yeah
Everything I’ve ever loved turned into a nightmare
These demons don’t wear gloves no they don’t fight fair
Now I’m all black eyes and bloody knuckles
Gone are the days of innocence and ruffles
Mirror mirror give me a clearer clearer view
Of what the hell I should do
Before I go off like a nuke ‘cause
All the people that were singing my praises
Brought their shovels started digging my grave and
Yeah yeah
Now I’m reanimating
All the people that were singing my praises
Are getting nervous cause they know that I’m raging
That’s how the story goes
It’s a tale as old as…
Dirt
And the earth
And the grim reaper driving the hearse
Old as hurt
And a thirst
For people to do their very worst
Happy every after
Turn into disaster
‘Round and around we go
It’s a tale as old as
It’s a tale as old as
Tale as old as
Tale as old as
Golden palace
Perfect luck
Emerald gates
That never shut
My life is everything I dreamed
That it could be
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