[Spoken Intro: Gareth]
This song is called "Baby I Got Death Rattle"
[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 thе death rattle
And you're six months old sh-shakin' mе
[Verse 2: Gareth, Gareth, Kim & Rob]
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, 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
This song is called "Baby I Got Death Rattle"
[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 thе death rattle
And you're six months old sh-shakin' mе
[Verse 2: Gareth, Gareth, Kim & Rob]
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, 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
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