The Little Death Songtext

So I turned on the radio and everyone was listening to chicken jazz... See that man over there... He's got cold feet He'd march to the drum But the drummer's Dead beat He's fragile tonight But he says he's clean He's uncertain when he's speaking But he knows what he means Ah he's shivering now But he don't look cold He say Turn up the weather So I do as I'm told Do you know about empty Die a little inside Cos he hasn't lived until he's died You couldn't have lived until you've tried He hasn't lived until he's died The Little Death... See that woman over there She got cold feet She'd march to the drum But the drummer's Dead beat She reach for the sky But the sky turn black She hanging by her nails but her knuckles just cracked She said, "It's strange but nice to have no future or past If you can't stand the heat you just turn up the gas" I nod as if I know she can't say I haven't tried Cos she hasn't lived until she's died you couldn't have lived until you've tried She hasn't lived until she's died The Little Death...