Paroles de Tombstone Carousal

Death to the living Long life to the killers, Success to sailor's wives And greasy luck to whalers. Crushed as the moth beneath thy hand We moulder to the dust Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand And all our beauty's lost. This mortal life decays apace How soon the bubble's broke Adam and all his numerous race Are Vanity and Smoke. Death to the living, Long life to the killers, Success to sailor's wives And greasy luck to whalers.