Текст песни The Odds - The Little Death
The Odds - The Little Death слова песни
People will tell you where to goso I`ve heard it saidI laid down to take a little napbut there was wet concrete in my bedand now you`re hanging out your lanternThe fire is burning brightNot a good time to be paranoidor afraid of the light`causeI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die, I`m gonna dieI`m gonna dieThe praying mantis bites off the head of her loverand then chews on the stumpBlack widow spiders kill their boyfriendsevery time they humpI`m not talking `bout the blind sacrificeof a lemming running into the seaI`m talking premeditated, first-degree murderby you of meAndI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die, I`m gonna dieI`m gonna dieScatter my deck with your zeroSay my name and I know I`ll end up deadDecorate my chest like a heroEvery night I perish on your bedIt`s a three-ring circleand it`s like colour TVThere`s no toilet paper in the jungleand you`re the last thing I`m ever gonna see`causeI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die making love to youI`m gonna die, I`m gonna dieI`m gonna die...