Die Die Die کے بول

It turns out cigarettes can kill you cause when you didn't come back every time that I thought of you I smoked a whole pack I was up to about seventeen packs a day I was refueling too about every hour or so I drank a bottle of white mule I wasn't thinking about turquoise I wasn't thinking about gold I wasn't thinking about thinking or about getting old got to be so I didn't care if I was leaving or loving oh, what I was and what I was becoming I don't want to in your arms I just want to die don't want to die in you arms I just want to die and like a marionette doll oh, manned by a fool I went into the chicken shed started looking for tools well I worked for a month build some sky and some clouds and I built some myself some angels with trumpets so loud well they played hallelujah and I knew I was done I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays saw a never setting sun well I knew I was dead I couldn't do no more harm well I built myself a heaven where you died in my arms well you died in my arms when I died well you died in my arms when I died well you died in my arms when I died you died in my arms when I died