Shit Sweat Death (2023)
Shit sweat death down the back of my neck
I got a rock and roll way to die
No fish in the water, no water in the water
And I'll fly whatever flag I like
Kill me quick, don't make me sick
Cos I'm a dude who's ready to say
River safety folks, don't drink, don't smoke
I'd rather burn than to decay
Don't get too excited
'Cos the fishing's not that good
And if you sing to me of that river
What size are you in concrete boots?
Come on in, yeah, the water's nice
Come right in, yeah, you'll be just fine
Jump on in you'll sink like a stone
Cos this river's a bitch, you'll die here all alone
It's a third rate death running out of breath
Cos you think the river is your friend
Well, it's not your friend and it won't caress
It'll fuck you till the bitter end
Crack pipes, gang fights, broken glass
Dead bodies, blood and all debris
God knows fuck knows a terrible place
And you're a dickhead if you still believe
Don't get too excited
'Cos the fishing's not that good
And if you sing to me of that river
What size are you in concrete boots?
Come on in, yeah, the water's nice
Come right in, yeah, you'll be just fine
Jump on in you'll sink like a stone
Cos this river's a bitch, you'll die here all alone
I got a rock and roll way to die
No fish in the water, no water in the water
And I'll fly whatever flag I like
Kill me quick, don't make me sick
Cos I'm a dude who's ready to say
River safety folks, don't drink, don't smoke
I'd rather burn than to decay
Don't get too excited
'Cos the fishing's not that good
And if you sing to me of that river
What size are you in concrete boots?
Come on in, yeah, the water's nice
Come right in, yeah, you'll be just fine
Jump on in you'll sink like a stone
Cos this river's a bitch, you'll die here all alone
It's a third rate death running out of breath
Cos you think the river is your friend
Well, it's not your friend and it won't caress
It'll fuck you till the bitter end
Crack pipes, gang fights, broken glass
Dead bodies, blood and all debris
God knows fuck knows a terrible place
And you're a dickhead if you still believe
Don't get too excited
'Cos the fishing's not that good
And if you sing to me of that river
What size are you in concrete boots?
Come on in, yeah, the water's nice
Come right in, yeah, you'll be just fine
Jump on in you'll sink like a stone
Cos this river's a bitch, you'll die here all alone
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Thistlethwaite, Barry Paul Mills
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