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We burnt all the skinFrom the palm of my handsWith an old zippo lighterAnd deodorant canI went to the palmistAnd asked her to readNo heart line,No sun lineNo life line,No need.Said all that I wanted was a quiet lifeNot one predetermined by minuscule slicesInto my flesh and the broad she agreedOne look in my sad eyesShe had to concede"Baby... the girdle of venus got me...Got me down on my knees.And baby... baby I got the death rattle andYou're six months old s-shakin' me."Traced my right index finger'long the roof of every carOn the walk back to your houseIn the cold from City ArmsIn the frost I drew a dickSongtexteFor every girl that wouldn't fuck meWoke early the next morning to seeThe frost had bitten meMy blisters black and touch coldLike a cute stuffed toy bear's noseThe kind of gift I'd give youLike a less committed Van GoghAnd you, you are an angelThat's why you prayAnd I am an assAnd that's why I brayYour halo slipped to frame youLike a photo, a porthole windowI see blood spill in the pure snowYou see sweet sauce on ice-cream conesAnd you, you are an angelThat's why you prayAnd I am an assAnd that's why I brayIf you were tomorrowI'd be todayAnd this is the end...(I'm serious, so listen)Baby I got the death rattleAnd baby I got it badI've been digging my graveFor quite some timeWhen I'm not digging up the pastAnd I chewed my only necktieFrom the metal frame of my bedWhere I tied your wrists togetherSpent all night givin'(Oh, you get the message)Not headstoneBut headboardIs where I wanna be mourned Aus Songtexte Mania