Lyrics

[Intro] So I turned on the radio and everyone was listening to chicken jazz... [Verse 1] See that man over there, he's got cold feet He'd march to the drum but the drummer's deadbeat He's fragile tonight but he says he's clean He's uncertain when he's speaking but he knows what he means [Verse 2] He's shivering now but he don't look cold He said turn up the weather so I do as I'm told Do you know about empty, die a little inside 'Cause he hasn't lived until he's tried He hasn't lived until he's died [Refrain] The little death [Verse 3] See that woman over there, she got cold feet She'd march to the drum but the drummer's deadbeat She reach for the sky but the sky turn black She hanging by her nails but her knuckles just cracked [Verse 4] She said, "It's strange but nice to have no future or past" If you can't stand the heat, you just turn up the gas I nod as if I know, she can't say I haven't tried 'Cause she hasn't lived until she's died You couldn't have lived until you've tried She hasn't lived until she's died [Refrain] The little death