Woorden: Spiritualized. Death Take Your Fiddle.

Think I'll drink myself into a coma
And I'll take every way out I can find
But morphine, codeine, whiskey, they won't alter
The way I feel the way now death is not around

So death, take your fiddle and play a song for me
Play a song we used to sing
The one that brought you close to me
Play a song and I will sing along

I think I'd like to take myself to heaven
'Cause I ain't been there many times before
And Jesus Christ, if I don't know if I like it
Sadness struck a thousand times or more

So death, take your fiddle and play a song for me
Play a song we used to sing
The one that brought you close to me
Play a song and I will sing along

Think I'll drink myself into a coma
And I'll take every pill that I can find
But morphine, codeine, whiskey, they won't alter
The way I feel now death is not around
The way I feel now death is not around
The way I feel now death is not around