The Distillers - Die On A Rope

Tell me something, tell me something

Will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me something

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 something

Will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me something

Will I die, will I die?

No I won't



Tell me something, tell me something

Will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me something

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 something

Will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me something

Will I die, will I die?

No I won't



Tell me something, tell me something

Will I die, will I die on a rope?

Tell me something, tell me something

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

Theres a scarlet letter in my chest

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