You're the Good Things (It's Alright to Die)
You were right, I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right, I'm underground because
Slight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah
You're the icing
On the cake on the table at my wake
You're the flowers
In my house when my allergies come out
You're the good thing
Yeah, that's you yeah that's you, yeah
You're the extra
Ton of cash in my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound
That's fun when I'm trying to sleep
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah
You're the icing
On the cake on the table at my wake
You're the flowers
In my house when my allergies come out
You're the good things
You were right, I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right, I'm underground because
Slight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today
And help's not short when you're digging your grave
And the help's not short, I'll help you dig it
And help's not short, I'll help you dig it
And help's not short when you're digging your grave
When you're digging your grave
Now you're speaking my language
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right, I'm underground because
Slight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah
You're the icing
On the cake on the table at my wake
You're the flowers
In my house when my allergies come out
You're the good thing
Yeah, that's you yeah that's you, yeah
You're the extra
Ton of cash in my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound
That's fun when I'm trying to sleep
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah
You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah
You're the icing
On the cake on the table at my wake
You're the flowers
In my house when my allergies come out
You're the good things
You were right, I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right, I'm underground because
Slight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today
And help's not short when you're digging your grave
And the help's not short, I'll help you dig it
And help's not short, I'll help you dig it
And help's not short when you're digging your grave
When you're digging your grave
Now you're speaking my language
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
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