Testo Die, Die, Die - Live Night 2 - Dr. Dog
Testo della canzone Die, Die, Die - Live Night 2 (Dr. Dog), tratta dall'album Four Nights Live in San Francisco
Turns out cigarettes can't kill you
'Cause when you didn't come back
Every time that I thought of you
I smoked a whole pack
I was up to about seventeen packs a day
I was refueling too
About every hour or so
I drank a bottle of white mule
I wasn't thinking about turquoise
I wasn't thinking about gold
I wasn't thinking about thinking
Or about getting old
I got to be so I didn't care
If I was leaving or loving or
Or what I was or what I was becoming
Don't want to die in your arms
I just want to die, die
Don't want to die in your arms
I just want to die, die
I went just like a marionette doll
That was manned by a fool
I went into the chicken shed
Started looking for tools
Well, I worked for a month
I built some skies and clouds
And I built myself some angels
With trumpets so loud
That they played hallelujah
And I knew I was done
I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlaid
I saw the never setting sun
And I knew I was dead
I couldn't do anymore harm
'Cause I had built myself a heaven
Where you died in my arms
Well, you died in my arms
When I died, die
Well, you died in my arms
When I died, die
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Writer(s): Toby Leaman, Scott A. Mcmicken
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