Everything To Everyone - Everclear

I am here Right here Where god puts None asunder And you In black dress and black shoe You do Invite me under Go on Go there You can See me aging Stars turn Balls burn Coming kids Are raging Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun La la la ... Every terrible thing Is a relief Even months on end Buried in grief Are easy light times Which have to end With the coming Of your death friend Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun La la la ... So strap me on And raise me high Cause buddy I'm not Afraid to die But life is long And it's tremendous And we're glad That you're here with us And since we know An end will come It makes our living Fun Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun Death to me And death to you Tell me what else can we Do die do Death to all And death to each Our own god-bottle S'within reach Death to everyone Is gonna come And it makes hosing Much more fun

Death is coming, carried on his crooked wings I can't do anything Death is coming, carried on his crooked wings I can't do anything Hold onto what you've got Put a lock on the door, double the knot Love is coming, coming for to carry me I don't know anything Love is coming, coming for to carry me I don't know anything Send the rain, send my love Send my love to everyone Send the rain, send my love Send my love to everyone Ooh, aah Ooh, hey Send the rain, send my love Send my love to everyone Send the rain, send my love Send my love to everyone Send the rain, send my love Send my love to everyone Send the rain, send my love Send my love to everyone To everyone To everyone

I took your word like it was gospel I'm so eager to believe Yeah I like it when You talk to me It feels so good Inside your shadow; It's the place I need to be Yeah you know I need to climb You like a tree There is this place inside Where all the good things die Sometimes I feel like a whore Sometimes I feel like a whore I hate the way I am around you I'm so nervous and weird Sometimes I feel like I'm Breathing underwater You treat me like I am on fire Like I'm something to eat You make me hate what I see When I see me Yeah I dream of the day When I learn how to make you pay Someday I'll teach you to beg Some day, some day Yes I live for the day When I can hear you say You make me feel Like a whore Yes I dream of the time When I can make you mine Maybe then I'll feel half alive More alive, So alive There is this place inside Where all the good things die You make me feel like a whore