Mabel - Ill Of The Dead

The Old Ones Take Their Money to the Grave
That's What They Say
Youth Is Wasted On the Young, I Don't Think So
But Wait You'll See
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't Speak Ill of the Dead

So Many Times I Thought I'd End It All
Take the Fall and Slip Away
Some of My Friends Have Done the Main
I Never Had That Much Pain
So Don't Speak Ill of the Dead

Some of My Friends Are Gone Forever
Paled Into the Light
Things I Wish I Could Have Said
As They Passed Into the Night
I Miss You
Don't Speak Ill of the Dead