The Make Letra

Won't you tell me how I'm going to die
Won't you tell me how I'm going to die

I've never seen so many pretty people in one place
Seems the tighter that your jeans, the prettier your face
And I was worried that I wouldn't fit with this design
But when I saw you across the room I felt fine
But when I saw you, suddenly I felt fine

Death, O Death
He has got it in for me
And I have got it bad for you
With your goggles and your boots
And I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pines
But I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refined
I'm drinking beer and trying to look refined

The music is so loud in my feet I can't feel the bass
The fluttering of crowded heat puts roses in my face
I wish that you could see them, but you are so in demand
Dreaming up ideas, I could grow them in your head
Dreaming up ideas in your head

So if you think it's culture, then it's culture, I admit
Some of it is beautiful and some of it is shit
And I could try to find a definition for this art
But I cannot define what's in my transparent heart
I cannot define what's in my heart

Death, O Death
He has got it in for me
And I have got it bad for you
With your goggles and your boots
And I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pines
But I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refined
I'm drinking beer and I'm trying to look refined

So what is your prediction, coming from the velvet coat
Death by gun or rhino horn or choking of the throat
I'd like to put it out there that our lives could intertwine
But I don't for the mortal fear you might decline
But I don't for fear you might decline

Death, O Death
He has got it in for me
And I have got it bad for you
With your goggles and your boots
And I'm hankering for you in the pines, in the pines
But I'm drinking beer at this party and I'm trying to look refined
I'm drinking beer and I'm trying to look refined