The good die young, it's times like these we feel closest The good die young Rest in peace, God bless the dead.
Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young? Can anybody tell me why? Can anybody tell me why? It was, more than a tragedy, emotions be grabbin' me Plane fell from the sky, we tryin' to figure what happened Burnin' churches, fearin' God, who could be so cruel? We all ignorant to AIDS, 'till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans, listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions, we should leave 'em a choice 'Cause who are we to say who lives or dies, breathes or stops? All these judgements on other lives, needs to stop What are we livin' for? Givin' more back than takin' On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned, 'cause pat buchanan say I'm greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war, but can't feed me? It's so easy to regret things, after they done Babies catchin' murder cases, scared to laugh in the Sun The tragedy is that we all need, love in doses It's times like these, we feel closest, the good die young These are hard times we livin' in, churches burnin', planes fallin' from the sky Murder, the good die young, (chuckle) the good definitely die young This is just a little something to help you get through the day, if it could
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