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All of my friends are getting married All of my friends are right with God All of my friends are making money But art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves I lost a fight with Trypho Blamed it on my alogia We've all had better times to die We've all seen better times to die We've all had better times to die We've all had better times to die "Get a job!" Job lying in bed while all his friends chant "You must've done something wrong" But he just keeps singing his song We've all had Better times to di- We've all seen better times We've all had better times to We've all had We've all had We've- better times to die (Better times to die) We've all had better times to die We've all had We've all had We've- We've all had better times to die We've all had better times Worming my way into your heart Worming my way onto the charts I want a deal Let's make a deal Let's cut a covenant And when they took him to the temple Oh then they fed him to the devils And when they took him to their temple Oh then they fed him to their devils And when they took him to the temple (No unsolicited demos) Oh when they took him to the devils And when they took him to the temple (No unsolicited demos) Oh then they listened to his demos Most of the time I'm just getting older But I'll get to heaven standing on your shoulders So many people you know that could make you They say kid you're good, but do you have what it takes to be Invited into the divine council? Invited into the divine council? Invited into the divine council? Invited into the divine We've all had better times to die We've all seen better times to die We've all had better times to die We've all had better times to die Invited into the divine council Invited into the divine council Invited into the divine council Invited into the divine Invited into the divine council Invited into the divine council Invited into the divine council Invited into the divine Divine Divine Divine When I'm holding your hands, what does it make you see? When you open your eyes, won't you please tell me? When I'm holding your hands, what does it make you see? When you open your eyes, won't you please tell me? Divine Divine Divine When I'm kissing your lips, does it hurt you to breathe? When you open your mouth, won't you please tell me? When I'm kissing your lips, does it hurt you to breathe? When you open your mouth, won't you please tell me? Divine Divine Divine Divine
Writer(s): William James Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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