Letra de Suicide grandad

The world outside has faded into a miserable grave. The circle is in motion. I´ve had a good life, a noble life. It´s time to give it up, leave it to the children with their new trends and their goals.

My policy is to be stylish, leave with my head up.

I won´t count the days, till i fall, piss my pants, hunch my back, i think my dignity is worth it. I´m going out with a bang. Do you think it´s worth it? Looking into hand guns, exploring hollow chambers, fight for one month, 6 location. Maybe 3 in central London, Paris, Moscow and New York. Close my hands pray to the sun, let today be the one.

My policy is to be stylish, leave with my head up.

I won´t count the days, for something bad, slit my wrists, i´ve got better things to do than wait to die. We can laugh or be the joke. This is a waste of my time. I´ve seen lovers on their knees, lives those crazy times.

A wet blanket on my bed, keeps me awake and they said i live in this for another 20 years.
Oh no no no no, i´ll choose the way i go, ooooh...

Hunting out the reaper, painting a portrait of myself, with white lines and white flags. I´ve had a smashing time, loved you women, drunk your wine and the pleasure has always been mine.

My policy has been well maintained, i did things in style.

I brush up nice, to see the wife back in my arms, feel the wind come fluffing up my sails. we can laugh or be the joke. There´s laughter after death