Song Lyrics
The orphan boy pope, she sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
when you died
You don t worry about tomorrow anymore, your cold dead kiss
You were wearing the jacket that i met you in well how could i not have guessed, you were only twenty-six Dead, god damn it god damn
God damn it god damn, she kissed in a casket
you were wearing the jacket that i met you in well how could i not have guessed
she sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
Because you re dead, god damn it god damn
she kissed in a casket
your cold dead lips
god damn it god damn
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed, because you re dead
John paul allison, god damn it god damn, you were wearing the jacket that i met you in well how could i not have guessed
She would fall in love with the first boy, we buried your body, i miss my dead friend
the most real person that i ve ever met
john paul allison
She kissed in a casket, you were only twenty-six
You were only twenty-six, they shaved your face and they washed your hair clean
Is there any trace left, the most real person that i ve ever met
You don t worry about tomorrow anymore, god damn it god damn Dead, she sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
Your cold dead heart, your cold dead kiss
God damn it god damn, well i know she still remembers
the orphan boy pope
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean, john paul allison
the orphan boy pope
your cold dead kiss
she sleeps with your picture by her bed
you were wearing the jacket that i met you in well how could i not have guessed
She kissed in a casket, you don t worry about tomorrow anymore
John paul allison, i miss my dead friend
Because you re dead, your cold dead kiss
The most real person that i ve ever met, they shaved your face and they washed your hair clean
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean, your cold dead heart, she waits for you to haunt her
Because you re dead, when you died Me!, you don t worry about tomorrow anymore
When you died, when you died
Your cold dead kiss, god damn it god damn Me!, because you re dead
John paul allison, your cold dead hands
You were wearing the jacket that i met you in well how could i not have guessed, they shaved your face and they washed your hair clean Friend, your cold dead heart
Your cold dead kiss, she kissed in a casket
She waits for you to haunt her, i miss my dead friend
your cold dead kiss
Well i know she still remembers, i miss my dead friend
Into the hard oklahoma ground, the most real person that i ve ever met, you were only twenty-six
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean, we buried your body, your cold dead kiss
they shaved your face and they washed your hair clean
The orphan boy pope, john paul allison Me!, the orphan boy pope
we buried your body
into the hard oklahoma ground
we buried your body
You were only twenty-six, she waits for you to haunt her, you were wearing the jacket that i met you in well how could i not have guessed
Your cold dead kiss, or does anything still echo
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed, the most real person that i ve ever met
Your cold dead lips, well i know she still remembers