Greg Fleming - When They Are Gone (For Tim) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah I'm alright I'll deal with the sticks and stones yeah City's quiet tonight It better be or else I'll show it A f**ing good fight I feel like the city deserves sh** For taking a life A talent that I tried to nurture It's a sick, sick place with no antibiotic We tried to calm it down but it carries on chaotic Its a big brick now through the window of his office Taken from the wall that the kids backs on it [Chorus] When they are gone You know their memory lives on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals When they are gone Know that their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals [Verse 2] I said I'm alright Sitting with my sticks and stones yeah Slightly uptight 'Cause every escape tunnel found before we dug it It's a sh** sh** day with no money in the pocket You try to turn it back but there's no way you can stop it It's a sick trick played by a city with no comment I try to lead the way but the city always stops it [Chorus] When they are gone I know their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals When they are gone Know that their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals [Chorus] When they are gone I know their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals When they are gone Know that their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals [Chorus] When they are gone I know their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals When they are gone Know that their memories live on I feel for your situation at a barbecue raising money for their funerals