Dead Lyrics - San Fermin

Little blonde ghost won't let it go 

Get your ribbons off my bed 

Ten red roses oh no 

I'd rather be dead 

I'd rather be dead 

Am I 

Reckless and wicked 

Have I 

Fooled you enough 

Sticky sweet on the outside 

And in for myself 

I can 

Charm with my eyes and 

Curse the 

Company I keep 

Only blankness in my dreams 

When I go to sleep 

Little blonde ghost won't let it go 

Get your ribbons off my bed 

Ten red roses oh no 

I'd rather be dead 

I'd rather be dead 

You are mine and mine alone 

I am 

Running a fever 

I am 

Spoiling the nest 

Sick and sweet and spreading quickly 

Oh, I'd rather be dead 

I'd rather be dead 

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,... 

I'd rather be dead 

I'd rather be dead 

I'd rather be dead