Heart Attack - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I like that thing you do

Some days I feel it, too

Bleed to death before you tell the truth

My sunlight hurts my skin

I let the wrong one in

Fall asleep inside the dollar bin

I don’t know where I could begin

I’m leaving you a message

I’m having a heart attack

I’m waiting up for you to call me back

You know that you’re my star

Feather to my tar

Call me «Baby» one more time, you’re dead

Louisiana speak

Good mustache industry

Hand in hand grenade, you make me weep

Throw on the evening gown

Walk my ass around

Find a decent dive

Tie me up outside

I’m leaving you a message

I’m having a heart attack

I’m waiting up for you to call me back

I’m leaving you a message

I’m having a heart attack

I’m waiting up for you to call me back