So kill them in the end

Dedicated to Lucky
He's been through too much man......

Listen to the end....

So kill them in the end
by Brendan Rose

[verse]
It was so beautiful, the trap they set for me,
For long into the night I was found arresting thee,
For long into the dark, spilled that number three,
Three girls, three boys, three of each of these.

[chorus]
Some are very lucky, and usually they're vile
some are very ill, and they walk a country mile
some aren't ill or lucky, take these ones as your friends
some will laugh at you, so kill them in the end

[verse]
It was beautiful inside my tent, that horrid most vile of all days,
I was lost, lost, lost, in the time we spent learning cancer,
I was screaming for remorse, when I felt was glee,
I was begging you to stop, when you were killing me.

[chorus]
Some are very lucky, and usually they're vile
some are very ill, and they walk a country mile
some aren't ill or lucky, take these ones as your friends
some will laugh at you, so kill them in the end

[verse]
a train arrived outside, pulling guests into my net,
one third of the fish were rotten, the rest were succulent,
one of the rotten fish, came up and he asked me,
why was i born sick, when nothing befell thee?

[chorus]
Some are very lucky, and usually they're vile
some are very ill, and they walk a country mile
some aren't ill or lucky, take these ones as your friends
some will laugh at you, so kill them in the end

[verse]
I told him boy that's life, no way around it, life,
some are born to die, and some to dine on them,
but isn't it unfair, should i not just kill them dead?
and i told him my boy no, you must get sick in the head

[chorus]
Some are very lucky, and usually they're vile
some are very ill, and they walk a country mile
some aren't ill or lucky, take these ones as your friends
some will laugh at you, so kill them in the end

[verse]
Then if you want you can kill them dead, good and sick you are,
then if you want you can strike them, for sickness reaches far,
then if you want you can't love them, for no one loves the sick,
then you'll be alone, boy, and you won't use your dick.

[chorus]
Some are very lucky, and usually they're vile
some are very ill, and they walk a country mile
some aren't ill or lucky, take these ones as your friends
some will laugh at you, so kill them in the end