Nhạc sĩ: Phil Lynott
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
The paper called it suicide.
A bullet from a .45.
Nobody cared, nobody cried.
Don't that make you feel sad?
Peter Brent called his heron sent for the police.
Policemen came and took Peter's name.
May God rest in peace.
No one saw the note beside the body.
No one knew the problem but my God.
Suicide!
That was blown aside.
Don't that make you wanna smile a while?
Smile a little while.
For the suicide! Yeah baby!
No one was really satisfied.
Bout number 81. The autopsy proved that Peter lied.
But they
never could find the gun.
No one saw the note beside the body.
Nobody knew the
problem but my God, my God. Suicide!
Yeah baby!
The paper called it suicide.
A bullet from a .45.
Nobody cared, nobody cried.
Don't that make you wanna booze?
