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Barns Courtney

Rather Die

 

Rather Die

(альбом: The Attractions Of Youth - 2017)


I can touch the planets through the roof of my car
You're reaching for the heavens, only bark at the stars
Now all your hundred thousands best remember my name
I'd sucker punch an army if they got in my way

I came to kill 'em, now I'm
Wiping the spit from my eyes
I take a beating, but I
I'll never give up

Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather

I'm a kamikaze, you're just turning me on
So light 'em up or smoke 'em like a nuclear bomb
Know sooner or later you'll be singing along
(like ah nanananananana nana)

I came to kill 'em, now I'm
Wiping the spit from my eyes
I take a beating, but I
I'll never give up

Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather

Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather

You see me shooting through the heavens like a holy laser
My powers of deduction cut you like your morning razor
And if you want it like I want it, guess I'll see you later
'Cause Jesus made me outta flesh, and I'm a fornicator

You see me shooting through the heavens like a holy laser
My powers of deduction cut you like your morning razor
And if you want it like I want it, guess I'll see you later
'Cause Jesus made me outta

Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather

Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather

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