Bring your silver bring your gold
Leave everything that's old
Bring your jewelry all your cash
And trade it in for a bucket full of ash
Bring lots of sugar for the taste
For your travels through the waste
Dress sharp and get your picture taken
Next to the pile of the forsaken
Bring your whiskey and your weed
A drug for every single need
Syringe and needle that's for sure
Bring your slippers and your fur
Tare all your family's photographs
Leave the holy there in halves
When everything's been thrown
You'll be asked to come alone
Pick what flowers you can find
For the losing of your mind
Leave your beating heart behind
And close your eyes if you'd be so kind
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down we're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down we're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down
The Will of Old - Tomorrow We Live Lyrics
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Bring your silver bring your gold
Leave everything that's old
Bring your jewelry all your cash
And trade it in for a bucket full of ash
Bring lots of sugar for the taste
For your travels through the waste
Dress sharp and get your picture taken
Next to the pile of the forsaken
Bring your whiskey and your weed
A drug for every single need
Syringe and needle that's for sure
Bring your slippers and your fur
Tare all your family's photographs
Leave the holy there in halves
When everything's been thrown
You'll be asked to come alone
Pick what flowers you can find
For the losing of your mind
Leave your beating heart behind
And close your eyes if you'd be so kind
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down we're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down we're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down
Leave everything that's old
Bring your jewelry all your cash
And trade it in for a bucket full of ash
Bring lots of sugar for the taste
For your travels through the waste
Dress sharp and get your picture taken
Next to the pile of the forsaken
Bring your whiskey and your weed
A drug for every single need
Syringe and needle that's for sure
Bring your slippers and your fur
Tare all your family's photographs
Leave the holy there in halves
When everything's been thrown
You'll be asked to come alone
Pick what flowers you can find
For the losing of your mind
Leave your beating heart behind
And close your eyes if you'd be so kind
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down we're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down we're going down
Bring a shovel and a smile
We're going down
Writer: Markus Gustavsson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid