When They Are Gone (for Tim) Songtext
von Jamie T

Yeah, I′m alright
I'll deal with the sticks and stones, yeah
City′s quiet tonight
It better be or else I'll show it
A fucking good fight
I feel like the city deserves shit
For taking a life
A talent that I tried to nurture

It's a sick, sick place with no antibiotic
We tried to calm it down but it carries on chaotic
It′s a big brick now through the window of his office
Taken from the wall that the kids packed on it


When they are gone
You know their memory lives on
I′m in a sick, sick car at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and
Ooh, when they are gone
Know that their memories live on
Said in a situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and

I said I'm alright
Sitting with my sticks and stones, yeah
Slightly uptight
′Cause every escape tunnel found before we dug it

It's a sick, sick day with no money in the pocket
You tried to turn it back but there′s no way you can stop it
It's a sick trick played by a city with no comment
I try to lead the way but the city always stops it

When they are gone
I know their memories live on
I said, but in your situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and
Ooh, when they are gone
Know that their memories live on
Said in a situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and


When they are gone
I know their memories live on
I said, but in your situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and
Ooh, when they are gone
Know that their memories live on
Said in a situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and
When they are gone
I know their memories live on
I said, but in your situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and
Ooh, when they are gone
Know that their memories live on
Said in a situation at a barbecue
Raising money for their funerals and