The Little Death — текст песни (The 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...