Don't Die Songtext
von Richard Hell & the Voidoids
Don't Die Songtext
I′ve seen the passionate who kill themselves with drink
Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think
They must have felt like there just nothing was to do
Well, oh I pass now
Murder those who've seen the most
In search of a truth real or balloon
There′s something wrong here where the best ones want to go
Parker, Lo, Dream, Monroe, they held it just to throw
The world away were its grace until they left
But true Jews do have a point of view
Oblivious that leaves the rest of us to be the rest
There I see the piercing eyes that look through all
Until they see their past
Never any thought to think about itself
And that's the only fact
There a man has left his head
Delirium and drugs for pure black
The air is cool today, the time is drawing near
My walls are white and so my brain a floating self may fear
A fatal feeling of the sword and a saber
No fate worse than to never leave yourself
An empty world a most repulsive pain
The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs
My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bed
I call out baby but her face looks like a clock and
Tick-tock alive
Triumphant victims so surprised
We can't recover from the shock
Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else
But some are rough
Yeah, when the joke′s on you
Though you′re the joker too
You've had enough
Near, no there′s no one there
Because there's nothing there
You call your love
Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think
They must have felt like there just nothing was to do
Well, oh I pass now
Murder those who've seen the most
In search of a truth real or balloon
There′s something wrong here where the best ones want to go
Parker, Lo, Dream, Monroe, they held it just to throw
The world away were its grace until they left
But true Jews do have a point of view
Oblivious that leaves the rest of us to be the rest
There I see the piercing eyes that look through all
Until they see their past
Never any thought to think about itself
And that's the only fact
There a man has left his head
Delirium and drugs for pure black
The air is cool today, the time is drawing near
My walls are white and so my brain a floating self may fear
A fatal feeling of the sword and a saber
No fate worse than to never leave yourself
An empty world a most repulsive pain
The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs
My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bed
I call out baby but her face looks like a clock and
Tick-tock alive
Triumphant victims so surprised
We can't recover from the shock
Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else
But some are rough
Yeah, when the joke′s on you
Though you′re the joker too
You've had enough
Near, no there′s no one there
Because there's nothing there
You call your love
Writer(s): Ivan Julian, Richard Hell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

