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