Dividing the Estate (A Heart Attack) Lyrics
| Song | Dividing the Estate (A Heart Attack) |
| Artist | Todd Snider |
| Album | Peace Queer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Finlay, Snider | |
| Snider | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Mmm … | |
| You know my uncle finally died of a heart attack | |
| Bustin' with pride he was way overweight | |
| There was hardly anybody at the funeral | |
| Besides the ones who thought they might divide the estate. | |
| Well, well, well | |
| The preacher couldn't tell us everything that he did | |
| But he said every kinda thing that he could | |
| Mostly focusing on long ago when he was just a kid | |
| And his intentions had all been so good. | |
| Well, well, well | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well. | |
| My mother said when he was younger he was skinnier | |
| And kinder and funnier and humble as a white picket fence | |
| As he got older he got fatter, left his wife for something younger | |
| Started showing up here drunker makin' less and less sense | |
| Less and less sense, oh. | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there always grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| My uncle Sam finally died of a heart attack | |
| He's burstin' with pride way overweight | |
| So through the eye of a needle on the camel's back | |
| The American dream hits the Pearly Gate. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well, yeah | |
| Getting used to it. |
| zuo qu : Finlay, Snider | |
| Snider | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Mmm | |
| You know my uncle finally died of a heart attack | |
| Bustin' with pride he was way overweight | |
| There was hardly anybody at the funeral | |
| Besides the ones who thought they might divide the estate. | |
| Well, well, well | |
| The preacher couldn' t tell us everything that he did | |
| But he said every kinda thing that he could | |
| Mostly focusing on long ago when he was just a kid | |
| And his intentions had all been so good. | |
| Well, well, well | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well. | |
| My mother said when he was younger he was skinnier | |
| And kinder and funnier and humble as a white picket fence | |
| As he got older he got fatter, left his wife for something younger | |
| Started showing up here drunker makin' less and less sense | |
| Less and less sense, oh. | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there always grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| My uncle Sam finally died of a heart attack | |
| He' s burstin' with pride way overweight | |
| So through the eye of a needle on the camel' s back | |
| The American dream hits the Pearly Gate. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well, yeah | |
| Getting used to it. |
| zuò qǔ : Finlay, Snider | |
| Snider | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Mmm | |
| You know my uncle finally died of a heart attack | |
| Bustin' with pride he was way overweight | |
| There was hardly anybody at the funeral | |
| Besides the ones who thought they might divide the estate. | |
| Well, well, well | |
| The preacher couldn' t tell us everything that he did | |
| But he said every kinda thing that he could | |
| Mostly focusing on long ago when he was just a kid | |
| And his intentions had all been so good. | |
| Well, well, well | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well. | |
| My mother said when he was younger he was skinnier | |
| And kinder and funnier and humble as a white picket fence | |
| As he got older he got fatter, left his wife for something younger | |
| Started showing up here drunker makin' less and less sense | |
| Less and less sense, oh. | |
| A petal falls from a dying rose | |
| Into the wind it blows through fate | |
| While down below the ground there always grows | |
| Another rose that can hardly wait. | |
| My uncle Sam finally died of a heart attack | |
| He' s burstin' with pride way overweight | |
| So through the eye of a needle on the camel' s back | |
| The American dream hits the Pearly Gate. | |
| Well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Oh, well, well, well, well | |
| Well, well, well, well, yeah | |
| Getting used to it. |
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