Death To You I know I’m just a victim Of your tragic loving scheme Your cruel romantic fantasy Is nothing but a dream I read you thoughtful poetry But it falls upon deaf ears Now is the time to cut you loose From this twisted mortal sphere Oh now baby don’t you worry You can just sit back and wait Just relax and loosen up No need to sit up straight I’m just a music business man Entertaining and charming too Keep your eyes up on the stage I will bring your death to you I thought that you’d be soft Something I could sink my teeth into But you were so cold and vicious As you cautiously crept on through You treated my heart like a sporting good It was kicked and thrown around Your superficial flame would burn alive From your palace underground Oh now baby don’t you worry You can just sit back and wait Just relax and loosen up There is no need to sit up straight I’m just a music business man Entertaining and handsome too Keep your eyes up on the stage I will bring your death to you © Copyright The Limit Club 2008