All the Dying

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ryan Guldemond with Molly Guldemond] When I see a face of anonymity Crying on the street, it does something to me I make believe malady, tragedy [Verse 2: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin] Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing 'Cause flowers on the grave still means they're getting something But when the flowers ain't there, and the grave is bare I think of old dead bones that don't get theirs [Chorus: Ryan with Molly Guldemond] I think of all the butchers and all the beef I think of all the flies in all the hеat I think of all the dying and dying and dying [Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin] Dying and dying and decomposing Dying and dying's for real [Verse 3: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin] Whеn I see the damned in their dire straights Damning all the men with those American names I say "don't damn the man, damn your hand For makin' a fist and shaking it all around" Damn the hand, damn your hand [Chorus 2: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin] Oh, you can damn the butchers and damn the beef Oh, you can damn the flies in all the heat Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying [Guitar Solo] (Fuck!) [Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin] Dying and dying and decomposing Dying and dying's for real Dying and dying and pounds of posy Dying and dying's forever [Bridge: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin] When I hear the crying of a siren in the night I think of piles of writhing people, fighting for their lives I see an image of a body, broken and beet red I hear the a cappella angels singing for the dead [Outro: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin] I think of all the butchers and all the beef I think of all the flies in all the heat I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones I think of all the words that get written on the stones I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls I think of all the dying All the dying All the dying All the dying