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Dead Men Don't Cry
I used to be a handsome man
In days of old when dragons roamed the land
And all the ladies in the fiefdom wished to marry me
I used to dine with Kings and Queens
And wore fine coats of Oriental silk
While jesters wheeled around me, juggling swords of fire
And then one day, I caught the plague and died
I should have gone to Heaven
I didn't even go to Hell
I'm doomed to stalk the nether world
I'd cry but I'm not going to
Ah, dead men don't cry
Ah, dead men don't cry
Cos we haven't got any eyes
Les hommes morts ne pleurent pas
My only friends are wasted ghouls
But they don't really like me, I admit
I don't fit in - I'm too morose
They say I moan too much
The really cruel ghosts laugh at me
And stick ethereal twos up in my face
I hear them whisper as I pass
"Oh no, not him, not again"
They'd pin a "Kick Me" note on me
And kick me in the backside if they could
Those naughty bullies
Ooh, I could murder them all
But I can't, cos they're dead
So am I, but so what?
I'll kill them anyway
Ah, dead men don't cry
Les hommes morts ne pleurent pas
Ah, dead men don't cry
Les hommes morts ne pleurent pas
Cos we haven't got any…
Eyes or feet, no ticker beat
I can't even walk down the street
Because I do not have corporeal form
No nose, no neck, I'm just a wreck
I'd kill myself, but flipping heck
I'm already a spectre, so how come?
How I wish that I could hold you
I don't know you, but I want to
I'm not a pervert, I'm just cold
But even if I was a pervert
There's no need to fear me
Cos I haven't any hands with which to hold
Oh God! What's the point?
Ah, dead men don't cry
Ah, dead men don't cry
Cos we haven't got any eyes
Ah, dead men don't cry
The maggots have eaten our eyes
Ah, dead men don't cry
Cos we haven't got any eyes
We don't have anything
Words by Waen Shepherd 2005
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Written for "Glamoronica" - unreleased
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