Lyrics: Alejandro Rose-Garcia
Music: Alejandro Rose-Garcia
Yeah, so it goes
Yeah, so it goes
That sweet heirloom
Them abbey stones
Oh take a chance and roll the bones
Cut off your hair
Unplug your phone
Yeah and sell your belongings
All your clever drawings
Yeah, try to make a dollar from the grave
Sell your belongings
All your clever drawings
Try to make a dollar from the grave
Oh, whose to blame
Well so it goes
Yeah, so it goes
Them city boys in country clothes
Oh take a chance and roll the bones
Go crash your car
Burn down your home
And try to forget all your enemies and debts
They'll just chase you round and give you sour dreams
Try to forget all them enemies and debts
They'll just chase you round and give you sour dreams
Oh, so it seems
So it seems
Yeah, so struggle all you like
Yeah, put up the good fight
They say someday everybody dies alone
Yeah, struggle all you like
Put up the good fight
They say someday everybody dies alone
But hey
Who knows
Yeah, hey who knows
Yeah, hey who really knows