Waste of Bereavement

Now the devil is old and diseased In the very heart of each bone All the sons have gone to their mothers To learn the things that will count Those who die may come back "How you leave today" does not And if you wanna get down below Then you'll get down below How I'd like to live in a city That don't breed for spiritless dreams But I'll stay awake and I'll pray Let them go away if they want "My fucking youth in a sewer" Is not the loss to be grieved And I got no hate for you Honey, No good it will ever be If I can't make it here I'm not gonna make it If not here, I'm not gonna make it anywhere "My fucking youth in a sewer" Is not the loss to be grieved And I got no hate for you Honey, No good it will ever be Poor devil's ass for god's fist If what you are is being a no one And if you wanna get down below Then you'll get down below Oh oh oh oh, Is it like that Will the little town little boots Melt away, Melt into this world If I can't make it here I'm not gonna make it If not here, I'm not gonna make it anywhere Anywhere, Anywhere --- Waste of Bereavement - Omnium Gatherum