die die die

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