| If this was a culling song |
| I’d tailor it to just one person |
| If this was a culling song |
| He wouldn’t make it to the second verse, and |
| By now he’d be clutching his throat |
| He’d be tearing his hair out and gasping for air |
| By now he’d have fallen right off of his chair |
| If this was a killer tune |
| A poison spoonful of words and music |
| If this was a deadly blend |
| Of atmospherics and acoustics |
| Could i carry the burden |
| And never abuse it |
| And always be certain |
| To do the right thing? |
| But it’s still worth a try |
| You’d never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
| But it’s still worth a try |
| You’d never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
| Goodbye |
| If this was a culling song |
| I’d tailor it to just one person |
| If this was a culling song |
| He wouldn’t make it to the second verse, and |
| By now he’d be clutching his throat |
| He’d be tearing his hair out and gasping for air |
| By now he’d have fallen right off of his chair |
| But it’s still worth a try |
| You’d never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
| But it’s still worth a try |
| You’d never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
| Goodbye |
| Not everyone is laughing |
| Not everyone is laughing |
| Because ugly rumours rule our world |
| Don’t ruin our promise |
| Defy everyone and deny |
| And good-bye |