[Intro]
So I turned on the radio and everyone was listening to chicken jazz...

[Verse 1]
See that man over there, he's got cold feet
He'd march to the drum but the drummer's deadbeat
He's fragile tonight but he says he's clean
He's uncertain when he's speaking but he knows what he means

[Verse 2]
He's shivering now but he don't look cold
He said turn up the weather so I do as I'm told
Do you know about empty, die a little inside
'Cause he hasn't lived until he's tried
He hasn't lived until he's died

[Refrain]
The little death

[Verse 3]
See that woman over there, she got cold feet
She'd march to the drum but the drummer's deadbeat
She reach for the sky but the sky turn black
She hanging by her nails but her knuckles just cracked

[Verse 4]
She said, "It's strange but nice to have no future or past"
If you can't stand the heat, you just turn up the gas
I nod as if I know, she can't say I haven't tried
'Cause she hasn't lived until she's died
You couldn't have lived until you've tried
She hasn't lived until she's died
[Refrain]
The little death