Lyrics Let It Die - The Grates

Let It Die

I’m a brave little beaver, gonna go right in and retrieve you
Wanna sweat you out like ice cream in the sun
Just a nut without a squirrel, just some sand beneath a camel
Just a lame horse waiting for a smoking gun
Let it die if you need to, let it go…
I’ve got horses I’ve got many, they’ve got hooves they flatten pennies
Pick one up oh just for luck, but you’ll need more than one
You can count, you can count, you can count for days
Try as you might but there’s just no case
Steak’s got horns, cake’s got girls
And cat has got your tongue
I wanna wear your crown, I wanna free your bird
I wanna rub you out like pencil on a board
Let it die if you need to, let it go…
You let it, you let it, you let it, let it go