Hal Johnson Smokes Cigarettes Songtext
von The Flatliners

We've gone to all this trouble of tearing our hair out
Those shadows once oh so legendary have disappeared and fucking faded out
At the foot of these graves of our fallen heroes the feeling is fraudulent
As humiliation sets in
When all you've idolized is dead and gone, you'll realize you've won
When all you've built yourself up on has crashed and burned
We're digging graves for old memories
And it's safe to say that I'll be home late
And as those dreams of yours, they fizzle out
Just remember we've already gone down in history


You know it'll rain someday
Surprise, surprise, this is the end
Surprise, surprise, this is the end
There's nowhere to go from here
We're digging graves for old memories
And it's safe to say that I'll be home late
And as those dreams of yours, they fizzle out
Just remember we've already gone down in history

Did you ever think the dead you'd bury wouldn't be your friends?
Surprise, surprise, this is the end
Surprise, surprise, this is the end
When all you've idolized is dead and gone, you'll realize you've won
When all you've built yourself up on has crashed and burned
We're digging graves for old memories
And it's safe to say that I'll be home late
And as those dreams of yours, they fizzle out