Big Mike and the Cavendish

Lyrics

I’m sorry you’re gone for you, but not me
And here’s how I’ll explain myself
I’m okay with being here after you are dead and you’re gone
People say you’re great post-mortem, but they never said that while you were alive

I’ve got no survivor’s guilt
Should I pretend
I’ve got no survivor’s guilt
Should I pretend there’s no schadenfreude
No schadenfreude

I’m here, you’re gone
You weren’t that likeable

Reading the comments again and I’m floored with this nonsense
Everybody here knows you were a bastard
A bastard, a bastard, a bastard
You may disagree with me publicly, but I think you’re a fraud
Don’t speak ill of the dead
They cannot defend themselves
Kick rocks and take your guilt tripping somewhere else

Your survivor’s guilt
Your survivor’s guilt
I’m sorry you’re gone for you, but not me
And here’s how I’ll explain myself
I’m okay with being here after you are dead and you’re gone
People say you’re great post-mortem, but they never said that while you were alive

I’ve got no survivor’s guilt
Should I pretend
I’ve got no survivor’s guilt
Should I pretend there’s no schadenfreude
No schadenfreude

I’m here, you’re gone
You weren’t that likeable

Reading the comments again and I’m floored with this nonsense
Everybody here knows you were a bastard
A bastard, a bastard, a bastard
You may disagree with me publicly, but I think you’re a fraud
Don’t speak ill of the dead
They cannot defend themselves
Kick rocks and take your guilt tripping somewhere else

Your survivor’s guilt
Your survivor’s guilt
Your survivor’s guilt

Survivor’s guilt