david bowie - my death lyrics
my death waits like an old rou?
so confident i’ll go his way
whistle to him and the p-ssing time
my death waits like a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that and the p-ssing time
my death waits like a witch at night
as surely as our love is bright
let’s not think about the p-ssing time
but what ever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil, i don’t care
for in front of that door, there is you
my death waits like a beggar blind
who sees the world through an unlit mind
throw him a dime for the p-ssing time
my death waits there between your thighs
your cool fingers will close my eyes
let’s not think of that and the p-ssing time
my death waits to allow my friends
a few good times before it ends
so let’s drink to that and the p-ssing time
but what ever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil, i don’t care
for in front of that door, there is you
my death waits there among the leaves
in magicians’ mysterious sleeves
rabbits and dogs and the p-ssing time
my death waits there among the flowers
where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers
let’s pick lilacs for the p-ssing time
my death waits there in a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
so pull up the sheets against the p-ssing time
but what ever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil, i don’t care
for in front of that door, there is you
Random Lyrics
- clawfinger - final stand lyrics
- bob dylan - all over you lyrics
- incantation - decimate christendom lyrics
- ingested - skinned and fucked lyrics
- david bowie - footstompin' lyrics
- inferi - fiendish awakening ii lyrics
- in fear faith - the high life lyrics
- clawfinger - where can we go from here lyrics
- bob dylan - long ago far away lyrics
- barbra streisand - one less bell to answer lyrics