Die, Die, Die

It turns out cigarettes can 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 got to be so

I didn't care if

I was leaving or loving oh, what

I was and what

I was becoming

I don't want to in your arms

I just want to die don't want to die in you arms

I just want to die and like a marionette doll oh, manned by a fool

I went into the chicken shed started looking for tools well

I worked for a month build some sky and some clouds and

I built some myself some angels with trumpets so loud well they played hallelujah and

I knew I was done

I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays saw a never setting sun well

I knew I was dead

I couldn't do no more harm well

I built myself a heaven where you died in my arms well you died in my arms when

I died well you died in my arms when

I died well you died in my arms when

I died you died in my arms when

I died