The Little Death - Odds
People will tell you where to go So I've heard it said I laid down to take a little nap But there was wet concrete in my bed And now you're hanging out your lantern The fire is burning bright Not a good time to be paranoid Or afraid of the light Cause I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die I'm gonna die The praying mantis bites off the head of her lover And then chews on the stump Black widow spiders kill their boyfriends Every time they hump I'm not talking 'bout the blind sacrifice Of a lemming running into the sea I'm talking premeditated, first-degree murder By you of me And I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die I'm gonna die Scatter my deck with your zero Say my name and I know I'll end up dead Decorate my chest like a hero Every night I perish on your bed It's a three-ring circle And it's like colour TV There's no toilet paper in the jungle And you're the last thing I'm ever gonna see Cause I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die making love to you I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die I'm gonna die...
Artist: Odds
Title: The Little Death