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The Death Rattle

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Paralysed, another cemetery drive From this high I know I won't come down alive Pour a 40 for an early demise The moonshine is all that matters Life is burning like a fuse in a pipebomb Like your stash, we'll soon be dead and gone Wrote a banger of a funeral song So drag your ass along and dance the cha cha ha (laughter) One delinquent to another Make your way into my gutter Let's be atrocious to each other Baby please don't cry, hold the violins It's not that kinda song (We'll leave no word unsung) Til dirt or smoke fill these lungs Laugh and harmonise with the sirens We'll flatline in the sun (shine like a white hot mess) Let middle fingers say the rest (yeah, let's go again. Let's go) I got a new scent, fresh as a cheap motel Never tired, the mirror's shatteredI Got me spinning like a drunk on a carousel The moonshine, still all that matters now Death is lurking and he's working the cowbell Our brand of poison is the sharpest in the well Burning bridges, liking the smell Earning riches for a flat pack coffin Holy water in my bong If my minds already gone I'll let the choir sing along, sing it Life is a tightrope I might snap it Accessorise my black straight jacket Life is a tightrope I might snap it Accessorise my black straight jacket Baby please don't cry, hold the violins It's not that kinda song (We'll leave no word unsung) Til dirt or smoke fill these lungs Laugh and harmonise with the sirens We'll flatline in the sun (shine like a white hot mess) Let middle fingers say the rest (yeah, let's go again. Let's go) Baby please don't cry, hold the violins It's not that kind of song Ride shotgun straight to nirvana Bereft, I'll leave when you wanna You'll say there's nothing left to save There's nothing left to save There's nothing left to save Nothing left to save You're tied in knots but know the reaper holds the noose for you Can't see the woods for the trees in your forest fire You're tied in knots but know the reaper holds the noose for you Stare in the face of it all, and watch it burn You tie yourself in knots but know the reaper holds the noose for you You tie yourself in knots but know the reaper holds the noose for you