Death Threat

I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn't take long, you could

Time me like whore. If I had six, you'd swear I had a

Thousand, you can mop me up in the morning[Chorus]

Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless

The headache of old, is the last of the importance, I'll have

And their then another, its to late to stop the glut.

I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked.[Chorus]Desperate buck, a spinning room, awake lost, across the street

Pathetic luck, split lips, a broken wrist, a death threat

Songwriters

ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN/BOWER, JIMMY/FAZZIO, JOEPublished by

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