The Little Death - Odds

People will tell you where to go

So I’ve heard it said

I laid down to take a little nap

But there was wet concrete in my bed

Now you’re hanging out your lantern

The fire is burning bright

Not a good time to be paranoid

Or afraid of the light, yeah

'Cause I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, gonna die, yeah, yeah

The praying mantis bites off the head of her lover

And then chews on the stump

Black widow spiders kill their boyfriends

Every time they hump

I’m not talking 'bout the blind sacrifice

Of a lemming running into the sea, yeah

I’m talking premeditated, first degree murder

By you of me, yeah

And I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, gonna die, yeah, yeah

Scatter my deck with your zero

Say my name and I’ll end up dead

Decorate my chest like a hero

Every night I perish on your bed

It’s a three ring circle

And it’s like color TV

There’s no toilet paper in the jungle

And you’re the last thing I’m ever gonna see, yeah

'Cause I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die making love to you

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, yeah

Die, die, die