Baby I Got the Death Rattle
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We burnt all the skin from the palm of my hands
With an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
No heart line, no sun line, no lifeline, no need
Said, "All that I wanted was a quiet life
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
Into my flesh", and the broad, she agreed
One look in my sad eyes, she had to concede
Baby, the girdle of Venus got me
Got me down on my knees
And baby, baby, I got the death rattle
And you're six months old sh-shakin' me
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
On the walk back to your house in the cold from City Arms
In the frost, I drew a dick for every girl that wouldn't fuck me
Woke early the next morning to see the frost had bitten me
My blisters black and touch cold, like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
The kind of gift I'd give you, like a less committed Van Gogh
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
Your halo slipped to frame you like a photo, a porthole window
I see blood spill in the pure snow, you see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
And this is the end
(I'm serious, so listen now)
Baby, I got the death rattle, and baby, I got it bad
I've been digging my grave for quite some time when I'm not digging up the past
And I chewed my only necktie from the metal frame of my bed
Ah-well, I tied your wrists together
Spent all night givin' (oh, you get the message though)
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
With an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
No heart line, no sun line, no lifeline, no need
Said, "All that I wanted was a quiet life
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
Into my flesh", and the broad, she agreed
One look in my sad eyes, she had to concede
Baby, the girdle of Venus got me
Got me down on my knees
And baby, baby, I got the death rattle
And you're six months old sh-shakin' me
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
On the walk back to your house in the cold from City Arms
In the frost, I drew a dick for every girl that wouldn't fuck me
Woke early the next morning to see the frost had bitten me
My blisters black and touch cold, like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
The kind of gift I'd give you, like a less committed Van Gogh
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
Your halo slipped to frame you like a photo, a porthole window
I see blood spill in the pure snow, you see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
And this is the end
(I'm serious, so listen now)
Baby, I got the death rattle, and baby, I got it bad
I've been digging my grave for quite some time when I'm not digging up the past
And I chewed my only necktie from the metal frame of my bed
Ah-well, I tied your wrists together
Spent all night givin' (oh, you get the message though)
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone, but headboard
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
Is where I wanna be mourned
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.38] We burnt all the skin from the palm of my hands
[00:36.44] With an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can
[00:40.29] I went to the palmist and asked her to read
[00:43.91] No heart line, no sun line, no lifeline, no need
[00:47.75] Said, "All that I wanted was a quiet life
[00:51.63] Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
[00:55.82] Into my flesh", and the broad, she agreed
[00:59.17] One look in my sad eyes, she had to concede
[01:03.36] Baby, the girdle of Venus got me
[01:08.95] Got me down on my knees
[01:12.91]
[01:17.81] And baby, baby, I got the death rattle
[01:23.77] And you're six months old sh-shakin' me
[01:28.23]
[01:33.02] Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
[01:36.89] On the walk back to your house in the cold from City Arms
[01:40.43] In the frost, I drew a dick for every girl that wouldn't fuck me
[01:44.33] Woke early the next morning to see the frost had bitten me
[01:48.07] My blisters black and touch cold, like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
[01:51.80] The kind of gift I'd give you, like a less committed Van Gogh
[01:55.41] And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
[01:59.91] And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
[02:02.83] Your halo slipped to frame you like a photo, a porthole window
[02:06.13] I see blood spill in the pure snow, you see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
[02:09.70] And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
[02:14.59] And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
[02:18.26] If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
[02:21.86] And this is the end
[02:24.16]
[02:35.74] (I'm serious, so listen now)
[02:37.82] Baby, I got the death rattle, and baby, I got it bad
[02:44.27] I've been digging my grave for quite some time when I'm not digging up the past
[02:51.51] And I chewed my only necktie from the metal frame of my bed
[02:58.63] Ah-well, I tied your wrists together
[03:02.24] Spent all night givin' (oh, you get the message though)
[03:06.25] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:09.62] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:13.26] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:16.69] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:20.54] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:23.97] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:27.56] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:30.79] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:34.43] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:37.66] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:41.28] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:44.85] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:48.57] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:51.60] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:55.67] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:58.93] Is where I wanna be mourned
[04:02.60] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[04:05.77] Is where I wanna be mourned
[04:09.65]
[00:36.44] With an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can
[00:40.29] I went to the palmist and asked her to read
[00:43.91] No heart line, no sun line, no lifeline, no need
[00:47.75] Said, "All that I wanted was a quiet life
[00:51.63] Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
[00:55.82] Into my flesh", and the broad, she agreed
[00:59.17] One look in my sad eyes, she had to concede
[01:03.36] Baby, the girdle of Venus got me
[01:08.95] Got me down on my knees
[01:12.91]
[01:17.81] And baby, baby, I got the death rattle
[01:23.77] And you're six months old sh-shakin' me
[01:28.23]
[01:33.02] Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
[01:36.89] On the walk back to your house in the cold from City Arms
[01:40.43] In the frost, I drew a dick for every girl that wouldn't fuck me
[01:44.33] Woke early the next morning to see the frost had bitten me
[01:48.07] My blisters black and touch cold, like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
[01:51.80] The kind of gift I'd give you, like a less committed Van Gogh
[01:55.41] And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
[01:59.91] And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
[02:02.83] Your halo slipped to frame you like a photo, a porthole window
[02:06.13] I see blood spill in the pure snow, you see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
[02:09.70] And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
[02:14.59] And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
[02:18.26] If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
[02:21.86] And this is the end
[02:24.16]
[02:35.74] (I'm serious, so listen now)
[02:37.82] Baby, I got the death rattle, and baby, I got it bad
[02:44.27] I've been digging my grave for quite some time when I'm not digging up the past
[02:51.51] And I chewed my only necktie from the metal frame of my bed
[02:58.63] Ah-well, I tied your wrists together
[03:02.24] Spent all night givin' (oh, you get the message though)
[03:06.25] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:09.62] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:13.26] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:16.69] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:20.54] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:23.97] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:27.56] Not headstone, but headboard
[03:30.79] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:34.43] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:37.66] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:41.28] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:44.85] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:48.57] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:51.60] Is where I wanna be mourned
[03:55.67] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[03:58.93] Is where I wanna be mourned
[04:02.60] Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard)
[04:05.77] Is where I wanna be mourned
[04:09.65]