Let It Die - The Grates

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