Whoever did these lyrics wasn't listening to the song. There are mistakes everywhere. Here is the actual lyrics.
Grow Up and Blow Away
Floating the room
TWO BY TWO
From the womb
To the HOLIDAY
There is no holiday
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing something to go on
If she weren't WRITING IN BLOOD
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver
And a shovel for the MUD
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Nobody knows which street to take
He took the easy way
What was the easy way?
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
She always thought she would not.
If she weren't WRITING IN BLOOD
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver
And a shovel for the MUD
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Her body is the baby.
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...
Whoever did these lyrics wasn't listening to the song. There are mistakes everywhere. Here is the actual lyrics.
Grow Up and Blow Away Floating the room TWO BY TWO From the womb To the HOLIDAY There is no holiday First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family Needing something to go on
If she weren't WRITING IN BLOOD She'd bring him her jokes A new liver And a shovel for the MUD If he were not knee-deep in mud He'd bring her his drugs He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...
Nobody knows which street to take He took the easy way What was the easy way? First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family She always thought she would not.
If she weren't WRITING IN BLOOD She'd bring him her jokes A new liver And a shovel for the MUD If he were not knee-deep in mud He'd bring her his drugs He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...
First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family Her body is the baby.
If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...
If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...
Blue to gray Grow up and blow away... Blue to gray Grow up and blow away... Blue to gray Grow up and blow away... Blue to gray Grow up and blow away...