Текст песни: Ma Petite Mort + перевод

I look forward to my death

Excitement has me short of breath

Catholics have me mystified

When they’re good, they’re afraid to die

Laughing at the law, the brothers say you like to get high

Mother said «You're gone», tripping on the fourth of July

When Lazarus died Jesus went

To read up on his faith in death

Bridge of souls that beg the rest

To build this dream they must invest

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