Текст песни John Wesley Harding - Burn
John Wesley Harding - Burn слова песни
If I die tomorrowDont read too much into this songIll be as surprised as you areI always get predictions wrongIf I die tomorrowBreak out and play my best guitarsDont put this one in the hard rock cafeIn a case above the barId like to take this chance to say good-byeYou want the answers, dont look in my eyesYoure asking me my opinionWell, baby, were all gonna burnSo light up and wait your turn in the fireIm telling you my decisionBaby were all gonna burnThere will be no returnCos baby were all gonna burnIf I die tomorrowTheres one thing Id ask of youA favour for your favourite friendWhen his living days are throughMake sure its me up on the funeral pyreMake sure the house bands playing light my fireYoure asking me my opinionWell, baby, were all gonna burnSo light up and wait your turn in the fireIm telling you my decisionBaby were all gonna burnThere will be no returnCos baby were all gonna burn