Everybody loves you, when you're f*cking dead.
Could be a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
Your sins will be forgiven by everyone you know.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
All your lies and secrets get buried in the snow.
Everybody loves you, when you're f*cking dead.
Hashish eaters, Buddhists and men of war bleed radioactive red.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
Nothing really matters when you're six feet down below.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
There's no one left in heaven and hell is just a hoax.
Come back, Dee Dee Ramone.
Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce.
Come back, Frankie Venom.
Come back, Lux Interior.
Come back, Darby Crash.
Come back, Johnny Thunders.
Come back, Sid Vicious.
Come back, Joe Strummer.
We need you now.
Everybody Loves You (When You're Dead) Video (MV)
Performed By: Gallows
Length: 2:21
Written by: LAURENT BENJAMIN BARNARD, LEE PHILLIP BARRATT, STEPHEN WILLIAM RICHARD CARTER, STUART LESLIE GILI-ROSS, WADE GORDON MACNEIL
Gallows - Everybody Loves You (When You're Dead) Lyrics
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Everybody loves you, when you're f*cking dead.
Could be a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
Your sins will be forgiven by everyone you know.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
All your lies and secrets get buried in the snow.
Everybody loves you, when you're f*cking dead.
Hashish eaters, Buddhists and men of war bleed radioactive red.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
Nothing really matters when you're six feet down below.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
There's no one left in heaven and hell is just a hoax.
Come back, Dee Dee Ramone.
Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce.
Come back, Frankie Venom.
Come back, Lux Interior.
Come back, Darby Crash.
Come back, Johnny Thunders.
Come back, Sid Vicious.
Come back, Joe Strummer.
We need you now.
Could be a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
Your sins will be forgiven by everyone you know.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
All your lies and secrets get buried in the snow.
Everybody loves you, when you're f*cking dead.
Hashish eaters, Buddhists and men of war bleed radioactive red.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
Nothing really matters when you're six feet down below.
But some things are certain.
When it's your time to go,
There's no one left in heaven and hell is just a hoax.
Come back, Dee Dee Ramone.
Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce.
Come back, Frankie Venom.
Come back, Lux Interior.
Come back, Darby Crash.
Come back, Johnny Thunders.
Come back, Sid Vicious.
Come back, Joe Strummer.
We need you now.
Writer: LAURENT BENJAMIN BARNARD, LEE PHILLIP BARRATT, STEPHEN WILLIAM RICHARD CARTER, STUART LESLIE GILI-ROSS, WADE GORDON MACNEIL
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.