Dead Anyway by The Victorian English Gentlemens Club Lyrics

He's the thinnest boy that I have ever known
His back is bowed like hardboard when the morning is cold
He lost his silver bullet on the jou-ourney home
And now his heart is always stopping during nights alone

When I'm getting on
The world'll carry on
Yeah
Oh yeah
When I'm getting on I'll be like
Everybody else
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

He's the closest thing to death that I've ever known
Talking to his hands with bows and a-a-arrows
Dressed up to the ninеs with a curve in his spine
He keeps a silvеr bullet in a bro-oken gun

When I'm getting on
The world'll carry on
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
When I'm getting on I'll be like
Everybody else
When I'm getting on I'll be like
Everybody else
When he's getting on he'll be like
Everybody else
Comes around and goes around like
He's somebody else
When I'm getting on I'll be like
Everybody else

When I'm getting on
The world'll carry on
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
When I'm getting on I'll be like
Everybody else