Texty písní Murder by Death

Murder by Death

Piece By Piece

You wouldn't believe all the things that I've done

You just can't see 'cause you're young

I've paid my dues and I had my fun

You'll have yours too, son

You'll have yours too, son

You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away

You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day

Time has a way of breaking you down

Piece by piece

From your tooth to your claw

Oh, trust me my son

'Cause you're still young

You wouldn't believe all the things that I've seen

The girls I have known, and places I've been

I've stood at Pompeii, prayed to stones in Delhi

But you don't see shit when you look at me

I've watched the smoke rise from a prince's pyre

It don't look much different from a beggar's fire

I know you don't think much of me

But in time, you'll see

In time, my son

'Cause you're still young

Don't do what I've done

When I was young

I've got some wisdom

From the time that I've done

But you're still young