Loved, Then Lost Songtext
von Tom Hogan

We buried him out the back of his work
They were drawn there despite their broken legs
The funeral was held at dusk
You say it′s good that I'm here, you guess
It′s the most I can do
It's like talking to a gun
I guess the roses were forgotten somehow
His old clothes are folded up
And his debt just disappeared
And his phone will last the rest of the year So were you one of the brutes?
Poor fellows falling in deep
Better to have loved than lost
Well, check the scoreboard and see
I'm not even getting up to look
But now I wanna rise up, rise up
I wanna rise up, rise up, rise up
I wanna rise up, rise up, rise up
They buried him out the back of his work