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Stealing Angels - He Better Be Dead lyrics

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<b>He Better Be Dead</b> by <i>Stealing Angels</i><br />

I’ve texted him twenty one times

And still my phone don’t ring

And my wild imagination is

Makin’ up scary thing…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

The way I'm feelin' now

I'm swearing 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 aint my style

Little boys playin games

You know they really get me riled

You know they really get me riled

If I weren’t getting madder by the minute

Then I’d be worried sick

I know he knows im callin’

So what the hell is this

He better be dead

His house burnt down to the ground

He better have two wheels hangin’ off a crumblin’ cliff

The way I'm feelin' now

I'm swearing his head

Better be pressed up against a gun

After all the things he’s 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

Whaoooooo

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

The way I'm feelin' now

I'm swearing his head

Better be pressed up against a gun

After all the things he’s said

If he still ain’t called by now

He better be tied to a motel bed

Handcuffed, 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

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