Letra da Música Waiting Fot Pete Doherty To Die de The Indelicates

Buy all the papers,
Sell them on ebay;
Your dissertation is due in two days.
Read the tributes on the 'net,
Move on, try to forget,
Find out what a french man says,
Cut the words into your chest,
Bleed for days,
Stumble home in a haze:

We know so much
We know so much

We're sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
The sun slowly sets -
The city disappears.
All the things we understand and
All the things we try:
Waiting for Pete Doherty to die...

Someone come and tap this pain!
I haven't cried since Kurt Cobain.
Take my money all away
I never earned a penny anyway
Give me drugs and give me sex and
Blood diseases! Broken legs!
Give me peace and give me news
Cry me to sleep with the blues.

We know so much
We know so much

We're sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
The sun slowly sets -
The city disappears.
All the things we understand and
All the things we try:
Waiting for Pete Doherty to die...

And love must have
What love wants
And love must have
What love wants

We're sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
The sun slowly sets -
The city disappears.
All the things we understand and
All the things we try:
Waiting for Pete Doherty to die...

We're sitting on the hillside
Contemplating our careers.
Everything seems grey these days,
Perhaps it's been that way for years?
We won prizes for our youth
In the days gone by
Now we're waiting for Pete Doherty to die.