Sister Death - The Jazz Butcher

Come sister death

And get me out of here

I know what you know

There’s no need to talk anymore

And when you’re tired

And when you’re sick at heart

And when you’re lonely

She’ll be living there

And she’ll pick you up And she’ll cool you down

And she’ll hold you close

There’s no need to talk anymore

You’ll just bleed if you talk anymore

In your sister’s arms

And sister death is watching you

And sister death is always there

She’d like to be your special friend

She’d like to show how much she cares

And you’ve seen her in those clubs

And from the back seat of a car

And sister death is very beautiful

And never very far away

Said: «Get me out of here»

Looked across the crowded room

And I said: «get me out of here»

To the girl with the mad eyes and serious earrings

It’s hot in here, too hot in here

There’s too much conversation

Said I hate it here, can’t stand it here

There’s too much conversation

Won’t you get me out of here

Oh get me out of here, sister

Won’t you get me out of here

Oh get me out of here, get me out of here, sister

I’m in heaven

Come sister death

And get me out of here

I know what you know

There’s no need to talk anymore