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Standing on the balcony in Phoenix Lager shineEveryone below is crowded 'round Buck 65The stubble of your cheek against my cheek felt so divineWon't you tell me how I'm going to dieWon't you tell me how I'm going to dieI've never seen so many pretty people in one placeSeems the tighter that your jeans, the prettier your faceAnd I was worried that I wouldn't fit with this designBut when I saw you across the room I felt fineBut when I saw you, suddenly I felt fineDeath, O DeathHe has got it in for meAnd I have got it bad for youWith your goggles and your bootsAnd I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pinesBut I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refinedI'm drinking beer and trying to look refinedThe music is so loud in my feet I can't feel the bassThe fluttering of crowded heat puts roses in my faceI wish that you could see them, but you are so in demandDreaming up ideas, I could grow them in your headDreaming up ideas in your headLetras de cancionesSo if you think it's culture, then it's culture, I admitSome of it is beautiful and some of it is shitAnd I could try to find a definition for this artBut I cannot define what's in my transparent heartI cannot define what's in my heartDeath, O DeathHe has got it in for meAnd I have got it bad for youWith your goggles and your bootsAnd I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pinesBut I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refinedI'm drinking beer and I'm trying to look refinedSo what is your prediction, coming from the velvet coatDeath by gun or rhino horn or choking of the throatI'd like to put it out there that our lives could intertwineBut I don't for the mortal fear you might declineBut I don't for fear you might declineDeath, O DeathHe has got it in for meAnd I have got it bad for youWith your goggles and your bootsAnd I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pinesBut I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refinedI'm drinking beer and I'm trying to look refined From Letras Mania