Songtext The little death Boomtown Rats

The little death

So I turned on the radio and everyone waslistening to chicken jazz...
See that man over there...He's got cold feetHe'd march to the drum
But the drummer'sDead beatHe's fragile tonight
But he says he's cleanHe's uncertain when he's speaking
But he knows what he means
Ah he's shivering now
But he don't look cold
He say
Turn up the weather
So I do as I'm told
Do you know about empty
Die a little inside
Cos he hasn't lived until he's died
You couldn't have lived until you've tried
He hasn't lived until he's died
The Little Death...See that woman over there
She got cold feetShe'd march to the drum
But the drummer'sDead beat
She reach for the sky
But the sky turn black
She hanging by her nailsbut her knuckles just cracked
She said, "It's strange but nice to have nofuture or past
If you can't stand the heatyou just turn up the gas"
I nod as if I know she can't say I haven't tried
Cos she hasn't lived until she's diedyou couldn't have lived until you've tried
She hasn't lived until she's died
The Little Death...