Ma Petit Mort Lyrics

Ma Petit Mort lyrics

I look forward to my death 

Excitement has me short of breath 

Catholics have me mystified 

When they're good, they're afraid to die 



Laughing at the law, the brothers say you like to get high 

Mother said "You're gone", tripping on the fourth of July 



When Lazarus died Jesus went 

To read up on his faith in death 

Bridge of souls that beg the rest 

To build this dream they must invest