Ukulele Death Squad - Til The Death

The court is not in session and the comment section shows,
He spins the sale he pulls the wheel but still the wind doth blow
His gums are wet and bleeding and the earth moves fat and slow
Fat and slow

It's bad luck to kill a sea bird but he did, I know he's dead
There is no way to suffocate the callings for his head
The time is catching up with him it'll follow him til' the death
Til' the death

Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe
Til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe

The jury's out, the verdict lingers like a wiry rhyme
Oh curse the day he thought that burning ships would pass the time
I see the scaffold trap door, lightening visions in my mind
In my mind

Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe
Til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe

The earth is flat, the sky is round, the publics in despair
Whatever did he live for? is democracy so fair
But still he winks and smiles away the judgements I the air
In the air

Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe
Til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe

Til' the death, till the death, til' the death, till the death

Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe
Til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying
Final, fickle, putrid, dying, final, fickle, putrid, dying, breath

Written by:
Matthew Barker, Stephanie Rogers

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