Baby I Got the Death Rattle Los Campesinos!
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[Intro: Los Campesinos!]
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone
[Verse 1: Gareth]
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 life line, 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
[Chorus: Gareth]
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
[Verse 2: Gareth]
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
[Verse 3: Gareth]
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
Is where I want to be mourned
Not headstone
[Verse 1: Gareth]
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 life line, 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
[Chorus: Gareth]
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
[Verse 2: Gareth]
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
[Verse 3: Gareth]
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
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