The old ones take their money to the grave
Thats what they say
Youth is wasted on the young, I dont think so
But wait youll see
Dont, dont, dont, dont speak ill of the dead

So many times I thought Id end it all
Take the fall and slip away
Some of my friends have done the main
I never had that much pain
So dont 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
Dont speak ill of the dead