C'est la mort
La petite mort
The shrill trill of relief
When it's dark
When it's film noir
It's refractions casted on sheets
Si ta fleur est en train de mourir
When it's time to trim the dead leaves
C'est la mort
La petite mort
It's bitter but it's sweet
To feed the soil and seed
Show me where it hurts
And ill lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
C'est la mort
La petite mort
The sharp edges finessed
When it's dark
When it's film noir
It's lipstick on cigarettes
Si votre animal est en chaleur
I know a place where we can make nest
And c'est la mort
La petite mort
Its blasphemous and blessed
To soothe the savage breast
Show me where it hurts
And i'll lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
Show me where it hurts
And i'll lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
Bj Rodriguez - Flowers & Animals Lyrics
Bj Rodriguez - Flowers & Animals Lyrics
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C'est la mort
La petite mort
The shrill trill of relief
When it's dark
When it's film noir
It's refractions casted on sheets
Si ta fleur est en train de mourir
When it's time to trim the dead leaves
C'est la mort
La petite mort
It's bitter but it's sweet
To feed the soil and seed
Show me where it hurts
And ill lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
C'est la mort
La petite mort
The sharp edges finessed
When it's dark
When it's film noir
It's lipstick on cigarettes
Si votre animal est en chaleur
I know a place where we can make nest
And c'est la mort
La petite mort
Its blasphemous and blessed
To soothe the savage breast
Show me where it hurts
And i'll lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
Show me where it hurts
And i'll lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
La petite mort
The shrill trill of relief
When it's dark
When it's film noir
It's refractions casted on sheets
Si ta fleur est en train de mourir
When it's time to trim the dead leaves
C'est la mort
La petite mort
It's bitter but it's sweet
To feed the soil and seed
Show me where it hurts
And ill lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
C'est la mort
La petite mort
The sharp edges finessed
When it's dark
When it's film noir
It's lipstick on cigarettes
Si votre animal est en chaleur
I know a place where we can make nest
And c'est la mort
La petite mort
Its blasphemous and blessed
To soothe the savage breast
Show me where it hurts
And i'll lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
Show me where it hurts
And i'll lick your wounds
And if your flower's drying out
I'll water you
Writer: Adalberto Rodriguez
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