Žodžiai dainai: Hoods. The King Is Dead. Ernie Cortez.

The day you died, was the day I cried.
All alone on that hill with all of my friends by my side.
That's the fucking world and the way that it works.
Everything I loved, eight feet in the dirt.
I've been here before, and I'll be here again.
God took you away and I buried my friend.
My heart feels empty and my blood runs cold.
Your life came to a halt, and you slipped in the ground.

When you entered the ground, ink filled tears fell down.
And I hope you're in a better place.
My bother, this beers for you.
When you entered the ground hardcore blues all around.
And I hope you're in a better place.
My borther, our tears for you.

The day you died, was the day I cried.
All alone on that hill with all of my friends by my side.
That's the fucking world and the way that it works.
Everything I loved, eight feet in the dirt.
I've been here before, and I'll be here again.
God took you away and I buried my friend.
My heart feels empty and my blood runs cold.
Your life came to a halt, and you slipped in the ground