Death Threat

Lyrics

I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn't take long You could time me like a whore If I had six, you'd swear I had a thousand You can mop me up in the morning Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless The headache of old is the last of the importance I'll have And there then another, it's too late to stop the glut I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless The headache of old is the last of the importance I'll have And there then another, it's too late to stop the glut I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked Desperate buck, a spinning room Awake lost, across the street Pathetic luck, split lips A broken wrist, a death threat