All My Friends Are Dead - All Get Out

I burned a list of books to be banned

Fever came sweat, then on turned the fan

Health in my work with each dirty word

I sold my soul to your prayers

Now I’ve got…

I’ve got time to kill

All my work is done

Why’s their red, what’s spilled

I crossed my heart when pledging my wife

If ever I’d fail then I’d hope to die

She kissed my forehead and laid me goodnight

Said «Darling you’re always mine»

Now I’ve got it

I’ve got time to kill

All my work is done

Why’s their red, whats spilled

All my friends are dead

Let’s rewind a bit

My success was legit

Small but what a flight

Daddies demons dead tonight

A short courtship makes a long term marriage

Passive pets and then a baby carriage

It’s not the dollar, it’s the principle of working

There’s no market I can find deserving

From now on I write only when I want to

I speak to God in the language I choose to

I understand all of the repercussions

But nobody’s gonna touch my work again

Oh I’ve got it

I’ve got time to kill

I’ve got time to kill

I’ve got time to kill

All my work is done

Why’s their red, whats spilled

Now all my friends are dead

Won’t you wait for me

Come name the family tree with me

Birth the kingdom full

Turn our lust to love to gold

Burn our wasted dreams

Settle down to Folly Beach

Spin my wedding ring

Just thinking about the way we sleep