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Better keep the heat off 'till the snow fallsI'll fill up on whiskey, rye and rerunsScrambled Perry ComoKeep the volume down lowOr wake her fragile sleepOh, how there's longevity in silenceMaybe I'll just sing myself a tuneOr when January comesI'll find myself a gunAnd do away with all these quiet soundsSolitary lifeCome and get me, Jesus ChristI'm the last one you expectedBut you never resurrectedCould not wait another second for you to riseQuietly the visitors escapeAnd I am left alone to recuperateFrom a dire expeditionAnd a fiery renditionOf a humble lifeBrooding just beneath the varnished pineThe wicked smell of death and turpentineSongtexteWell, I'd offer up a flowerBut, my intentions have grown sourAnd my tears have driedSolitary lifeCome and get me, Jesus ChristI'm the last one you expectedBut you never resurrectedCould not wait another second for you to riseI traded in the winter for a soft bedPastel Gladiolus, fist of ashesAbove your lovers feastBelow the hungry streetsI'll be laughingIt's the permanence that makes you tear your shirtOr claw with desperate hands at frozen dirtBut you cannot change the windOr the pallor of my skinOh my sweetest earthlingOh my sweetest loveSolitary lifeCome and get me, Jesus ChristI'm the last one you expectedBut you never resurrectedCould not wait another second for you to rise Aus Songtexte Mania