You Won’t Know
I wish that I could tell you right now that I love you... But it looks like I won’t be around so you won’t know... I’m so good at talkin’ smack when I’m havin’ a heart attack But you’re the apple of my eye anyways. My smiling face, it’s on your plate, it’s on a silver plate. They say in heaven, on the day I show up That they’re completely out of their forgiveness supplies And I can’t use the telephone to tell you That I’m dead and gone so you won’t know....



















