The Tiger Lillies
decline
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Well, the tree it does whither
You're hands like peaches grow old
Your back bends like a willow
With nobody left now to hold
Your dreams, hopes, aspirations
Have all turned to dust
You've nobody left now to talk to
And you've no-one left now to trust
Should I mourn your decline
Should I be nice to you
Where do I draw the line
It is in to a home that awaits you
Should I mourn your final decline
No, I will drink to your decline
I will drink to your decline
- Album:
- Cold Night In Soho
- Either Or
- Miscellaneous
- Plague Songs
- Live in Soho
- The Story of Franz Biberkopf
- Rime of the Ancient Mariner
- Here I Am Human!
- Here I am Human
- Farmyard Filth
- Low Life Lullabies
- Spit Bucket
- Ad Nauseam
- Circus Songs
- Bad Blood and Blasphemy
- Births, Marriages & Deaths
- Shockheaded Peter: A Junk Opera
- Two Penny Opera
- The Sea
- Torture Garden