Baby I Got the Death Rattle

Lyrics
[Intro: Los Campesinos!] Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone [Verse 1: Gareth] We burnt all the skin from the palm of my hands With an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can I went to the palmist and asked her to read No heart line, no sun line, no life line, no need Said, "All that I wanted was a quiet life Not one predetermined by minuscule slices Into my flesh", and the broad, she agreed One look in my sad eyes, she had to concede [Chorus: Gareth] Baby, the girdle of Venus got me, got me down on my knees And baby, baby, I got the death rattle and you're six months old sh-shakin' me [Verse 2: Gareth] Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car On the walk back to your house in the cold from City Arms In the frost, I drew a dick for every girl that wouldn't fuck me Woke early the next morning to see the frost had bitten me [Verse 3: Gareth] My blisters black and touch cold Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose The kind of gift I'd give you Like a less committed Van Gogh [Pre-Chorus: Los Campesinos!] And you You are an angel, that's why you pray And I am an ass, and that's why I bray [Verse 4: Gareth] Your halo slipped to frame you Like a photo, porthole window I see blood spill in the pure snow You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones [Pre-Chorus: Los Campesinos!] And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray And I am an ass, and that's why I bray If you were tomorrow, I'd be today And this is the end [Chorus: Gareth] (I'm serious, so listen now) Baby, I got the death rattle, and baby, I got it bad I've been digging my grave for quite some time, when I'm not digging up the past And I chewed my only necktie, from the metal frame of my bed Where I tied your wrists together, spent all night givin' (Oh, you get the message though) [Outro: Los Campesinos!, Gareth] Not headstone, but headboard Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone, but headboard Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone, but headboard Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone, but headboard Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard) Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard) Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard) Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard) Is where I want to be mourned Not headstone (not headstone), but headboard (but headboard) Is where I want to be mourned
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Credits
- Writers
- Gareth David
- Tom Bromley