Dyin’

Lyrics

I been dyin' turnin' into dirt Waiting for the day hopin' it don't hurt I been tryin' not to complain I was hopin' you would do the same I see you I see you do that dance I see you pushing that pomp and circumstance I been living on peaches, Been living on pain Been living on roses, Been living on rain Every time I push you turn around and shove I been wanting nothing but your love Gonna be a diamond, Im gonna make hay If you don't like it, Gonna do it anyway Gonna put on the pistols, Gonna cause a scene I'm gonna goddamn save the Queen Gonna marry my neighbor On my street Gonna wear the flowers on my feet Every time I push you turn around and shove I been wanting nothing but your love I been living on peaches, Been living on pain Been living on roses, Been living on rain Every time I push you turn around and shove I been wanting nothing but your love I been singin' up on Gibraltar In my sleep with Little Walter I been dyin' turnin' into dirt Waiting for the day hopin' it don't…hurt