Requiem for Youth Lyrics
| Song | Requiem for Youth |
| Artist | Witchfinder General |
| Album | Friends of Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cope, Parkes | |
| My life's been abused, my mind is confused | |
| Best must have passed by | |
| So now I must die | |
| Writing these words now, finding it hard | |
| To tell you my problems you'll just disregard | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight. | |
| Love it is something could never understand | |
| Alcohol it seems is all | |
| I demand. | |
| Deeper and deeper depression sets in. | |
| You don't understand now the way | |
| I have been. | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight. | |
| You say you'll pull through | |
| You don't really care | |
| To you I am scum | |
| Just a flea in your hair | |
| He pays you no money | |
| The boss wants it all | |
| Oh answer him back | |
| Redundant you fall | |
| Redundant you fall | |
| Oh go on they say now through rough and grim | |
| They don't understand the state | |
| I am in I'm lonely and cold now, got scars on my wrist | |
| I know if | |
| I die I would not be missed | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight | |
| I'm on my own now, | |
| I stop day and night | |
| Or out on the street | |
| I get into a fight | |
| Sorry for myself | |
| Yeah maybe it's true | |
| I'm cooped up in my room with fuck all to do | |
| Now I'm unemployed | |
| I blame it on them, but | |
| I cannot win | |
| Holding the knife now to plunge in my chest | |
| I ain't got the guts maybe it's best |
| zuo ci : Cope, Parkes | |
| My life' s been abused, my mind is confused | |
| Best must have passed by | |
| So now I must die | |
| Writing these words now, finding it hard | |
| To tell you my problems you' ll just disregard | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight. | |
| Love it is something could never understand | |
| Alcohol it seems is all | |
| I demand. | |
| Deeper and deeper depression sets in. | |
| You don' t understand now the way | |
| I have been. | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight. | |
| You say you' ll pull through | |
| You don' t really care | |
| To you I am scum | |
| Just a flea in your hair | |
| He pays you no money | |
| The boss wants it all | |
| Oh answer him back | |
| Redundant you fall | |
| Redundant you fall | |
| Oh go on they say now through rough and grim | |
| They don' t understand the state | |
| I am in I' m lonely and cold now, got scars on my wrist | |
| I know if | |
| I die I would not be missed | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight | |
| I' m on my own now, | |
| I stop day and night | |
| Or out on the street | |
| I get into a fight | |
| Sorry for myself | |
| Yeah maybe it' s true | |
| I' m cooped up in my room with fuck all to do | |
| Now I' m unemployed | |
| I blame it on them, but | |
| I cannot win | |
| Holding the knife now to plunge in my chest | |
| I ain' t got the guts maybe it' s best |
| zuò cí : Cope, Parkes | |
| My life' s been abused, my mind is confused | |
| Best must have passed by | |
| So now I must die | |
| Writing these words now, finding it hard | |
| To tell you my problems you' ll just disregard | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight. | |
| Love it is something could never understand | |
| Alcohol it seems is all | |
| I demand. | |
| Deeper and deeper depression sets in. | |
| You don' t understand now the way | |
| I have been. | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight. | |
| You say you' ll pull through | |
| You don' t really care | |
| To you I am scum | |
| Just a flea in your hair | |
| He pays you no money | |
| The boss wants it all | |
| Oh answer him back | |
| Redundant you fall | |
| Redundant you fall | |
| Oh go on they say now through rough and grim | |
| They don' t understand the state | |
| I am in I' m lonely and cold now, got scars on my wrist | |
| I know if | |
| I die I would not be missed | |
| To these words | |
| I write Oh lend me your ears just for tonight | |
| I' m on my own now, | |
| I stop day and night | |
| Or out on the street | |
| I get into a fight | |
| Sorry for myself | |
| Yeah maybe it' s true | |
| I' m cooped up in my room with fuck all to do | |
| Now I' m unemployed | |
| I blame it on them, but | |
| I cannot win | |
| Holding the knife now to plunge in my chest | |
| I ain' t got the guts maybe it' s best |
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