The Little Death/...house Burned Down Lyrics - Boomtown Rats

So I turned on the radio and everyone was 

listening to chicken jazz... 

See that man over there... 

He's got cold feet 

He'd march to the drum 

But the drummer's 

Dead beat 

He's fragile tonight 

But he says he's clean 

He'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 feet 

She'd march to the drum 

But the drummer's 

Dead beat 

She reach for the sky 

But the sky turn black 

She hanging by her nails 

but her knuckles just cracked 

She said, "It's strange but nice to have no 

future or past 

If you can't stand the heat 

you 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 died 

you couldn't have lived until you've tried 

She hasn't lived until she's died 

The Little Death... 

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*written by Bob Geldof & Pete Briquette 

*from the album entitled "V-Deep"