Ma Petite Mort
Lyrics
I look forward to my death Excitement has me short of breath Catholics have me mystified When they're good, they're afraid to die Laughing at the law, the brothers say you like to get high Mother said "You're gone", tripping on the fourth of July When Lazarus died Jesus went To read up on his faith in death Bridge of souls that beg the rest To build this dream they must invest
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:10
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 179 BPM