I’d Rather Die Songtext
von Tramp Stamps

I can′t remember the last time
I slept with someone, I
Actually liked and he went down on me
I can't recall a memory of someone driving me
Home, and not asking for a blow job

I′d rather die than hook up with another straight white guy
I'd rather die than fake it like I'm having a good time
I′d rather die than spend the night, with another Ryan
Or Matthew, or John, yeah, I′d rather die

Die, die, die, die, die
Roll over and die


I don't know how you think we′re gonna fuck
When you can't get it up
I′m sick of hearing it's the alcohol
And when you′re finally in the mood
It lasts like one or two seconds
And then you're done and wanna spoon

I'm just saying it′s not fair to
Leave me hanging like this
I′m just saying, it's not fair to
Leave me hanging like this

I′d rather die
I'd rather die than hook up with another straight white guy
I′d rather die than fake it like I'm having a good time
I′d rather die than spend the night with another Kyle
Or Spencer, or Rob, or Michael, or Jason
Or Charlie, or Jackson, or Henry, or Steven, or Connor, or Chad
Yeah, I'd rather die

Die, die, die, die, die
Roll over and die