I can't stop thinking of all the wonderful possibilities
from Ritual Potluck Murder by Sad Tax
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lyrics
You can die when you’re young full of piss, booze and fire
You can die without nothing to prove it
You can die with your whole crew just watching you drown
While the ambulances roam in the street here in the city tonight
You can die like a sunset or die like a flame
You can die with your sense of improvement
You can die with the evidence locked in a vault
Without anybody having the key here in the city tonight
You can die like a hummingbird die like a phone
You can die just like everything living
You can die like the hostages trapped underground
Without anybody setting them free here in the city tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You’re not a star not a scrap of dust, wish or a stone
You’re not a dream not a poem not a word or alone
You can die when your horse sees a snake in the grass
You can die looking straight in the mirror
You can die when blood clot escapes from your lungs
You can die like you’re a hundred and three here in the city tonight
You can die with a hangover die in the clouds
You can die with a stone in your kidneys
You can die without anyone calling you mom
You can die falling out of a tree here in the city tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You’re not a line or a book or a sin or a song
You’re not a lie not a proof not a ghost all along
You can die paying taxes or die throwing stones
You can die without training replacements
You can die with your hands full of dog shit and bones
While the pitbulls go to town in the streets here in the city tonight
You can die without anything die on a throne
You can die with a case of the mondays
You can die without knowing you were not alone
You can die snuggled under your sheets here in the city tonight
Somebody help me somebody help me somebody help me
Wanna go back home
You can die without nothing to prove it
You can die with your whole crew just watching you drown
While the ambulances roam in the street here in the city tonight
You can die like a sunset or die like a flame
You can die with your sense of improvement
You can die with the evidence locked in a vault
Without anybody having the key here in the city tonight
You can die like a hummingbird die like a phone
You can die just like everything living
You can die like the hostages trapped underground
Without anybody setting them free here in the city tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You’re not a star not a scrap of dust, wish or a stone
You’re not a dream not a poem not a word or alone
You can die when your horse sees a snake in the grass
You can die looking straight in the mirror
You can die when blood clot escapes from your lungs
You can die like you’re a hundred and three here in the city tonight
You can die with a hangover die in the clouds
You can die with a stone in your kidneys
You can die without anyone calling you mom
You can die falling out of a tree here in the city tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You’re not a line or a book or a sin or a song
You’re not a lie not a proof not a ghost all along
You can die paying taxes or die throwing stones
You can die without training replacements
You can die with your hands full of dog shit and bones
While the pitbulls go to town in the streets here in the city tonight
You can die without anything die on a throne
You can die with a case of the mondays
You can die without knowing you were not alone
You can die snuggled under your sheets here in the city tonight
Somebody help me somebody help me somebody help me
Wanna go back home
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from Ritual Potluck Murder,
released March 1, 2018
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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