Odds - The Little Death Lyrics
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...
