Bernadette Seacrest and her Provocateurs - Death Letter In The Mail | Текст песни

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• Bernadette Seacrest and her Provocateurs
• Death Letter In The Mail

You can feel it coming from a mile away
Like an elephant crashing through the trees
And you don't know whether to run or hide
So you wait trembling on your knees
Just trembling on your knees

You worry that it's going to find you
So you nail all the windows shut
You even plugged the hole in the tub
And pray to sweet Jesus for good luck
Just praying to sweet Jesus for good luck

It's coming, sure as morning
Sure as the twilight fails
And there's nothing to do but wait and pray
The Death letter's in the mail

Did you change the locks since yesterday?
Might as well do it again to be sure
Maybe make a sacrifice, do it twice
You can't be too pure
You sure can't be too pure

You start wearing gloves like a doctor
Washing your hands all the time
Watching the sky like a holy man
Looking for a sign
You're just looking for a sign

'Cause it's coming, sure as morning
Sure as a bloodhound on the trail
And there's nothing to do but wait and pray
The Death letter's in the mail