Die on a Rope - The Distillers

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?

I wish that you didn’t love me no more, I’ve been dead for years,

I wish that you didn’t own me no more, I’ve been here before.

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?

No, I won’t!

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?

I want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies in your bed.

I will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head.

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?

No, I won’t!

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?

I belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect.

The wound is wise for primal black eyes, there’s a scarlet letter in my chest.