Stealing Angels – He Better Be Dead

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I’ve texted him twenty one times
And still my phone don’t ring
And my wild imagination son
Is makin’ up scary things,
Makin’ up scary things

No one shares a kiss like that
And then just doesn’t call
Last night he promised me the world
And now i’m gettin’ nothing at all!

He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin’ off a crumblin’ cliff
Way i’m feelin’ now
I’m swearin’ his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things we’ve said
If he still ain’t called by now
He better be dead

I don’t like being done like this
That just ain’t my style
The little boy’s playin’ games
You know they really get me round
You know they really get me round

If i weren’t getting madder by the minute
Then i’d be worried sick
I know he knows i’m callin’
So what the hell is it

He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin’ off a crumblin’ cliff
Way i’m feelin’ now
I’m swearin’ his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things we’ve said
If he still ain’t called by now

He better be dead as a door nail
Cold as a stone
Flat on a train tracks
Woaaaah
Traced on the floor
Stiff as a board
Knock knock knockin’ on heaven’s door

He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin’ off a crumblin’ cliff
Way i’m feelin’ now
I’m swearin’ his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things we’ve said
If he still ain’t called by now

He better be tied to a motel bed
Hand cuffed, gagged, and bound
He better be dead

That boy better be dead

I’ve texted him twenty two times
And still my phone don’t ring