Die Like Herb
I wanna die like Herb
I want my ashes on my roses
I want my children to feel relieved
Whenever I am gone
I wanna feed my dogs
Until my dying day
I wanna be okay
Come what may
It's so hard to die
In peace at home
I don't want no doctors around
Only the sweet, sweet sound
Of her voice
And when I'm gone for good
Baby, don't you mourn
I don't think you should
Just wait for the dawn
It's so hard to die
In peace at home
I don't want no crying around
Make amends, make me proud
And thank you
I want my ashes on my roses
I want my children to feel relieved
Whenever I am gone
I wanna feed my dogs
Until my dying day
I wanna be okay
Come what may
It's so hard to die
In peace at home
I don't want no doctors around
Only the sweet, sweet sound
Of her voice
And when I'm gone for good
Baby, don't you mourn
I don't think you should
Just wait for the dawn
It's so hard to die
In peace at home
I don't want no crying around
Make amends, make me proud
And thank you
Credits
Writer(s): Beatriz Tucci, Felipe Duarte
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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