Die, Die, Die

It turns out cigarettes can kill you

Cause when you didn't come back

Every time that I thought of you

I smoked a whole pack

I was up to about seventeen packs a day

I was refueling too

About every hour or so

I drank a bottle of white mule

I wasn't thinking about turquoise

I wasn't thinking about gold

I wasn't thinking about thinking

Or about getting old

Got to be so I didn't care

If I was leaving or loving

Oh, what I was

And what I was becoming

I don't want to in your arms

I just want to die

Don't want to die in you arms

I just want to die

And like a marionette doll

Oh, manned by a fool

I went into the chicken shed

Started looking for tools

Well I worked for a month

Build some sky and some clouds

And I built some myself some angels

With trumpets so loud

Well they played hallelujah

And I knew I was done

I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays

Saw a never setting sun

Well I knew I was dead

I couldn't do no more harm

Well I built myself a heaven

Where you died in my arms

Well you died in my arms when I died

Well you died in my arms when I died

Well you died in my arms when I died

You died in my arms when I died