You know
Many times I thing about
Your illness and your death
I can’t believe that you lay down here
The poison took your breath
Why did you ignore the fact
The dust was not so good
You’re deed in a hole
And in a coffin made of wood
You know it’s killing you
It’s not something new
You know it’s killing you
A shame through and through
You know it’s killing you
It’s not something new
You know it’s killing you
A shame through and through
You know...
You know...
You know...
You know...
