Trash/Thrash Tuesday: King Dude – I Wanna Die At 69

If there was a goth version of “Summer of 69”, this track would be it. Much like it’s terrible cousin, I Wanna Die At 69’s title is an obvious reference to everyone’s favourite bedroom activity, but holds a deeper meaning once you dig into the lyrics. Unlike its  cousin, I Wanna Die At 69’s lyrics read like a love letter to one of Charlie’s girls, which is delightfully inappropriate and something I’m sure is slightly tasteless if you put stock in things like that, which I don’t. Also unlike its pop cousin, you’l probably find yourself hitting repeat on this track for a while when you hear it, instead of rushing to change the song. Gloomy, lyrically dark and sonically satisfying, “I Wanna Die At 69” should quench your Batcave dwelling self’s thirst for spookyness in this time of Christ’s Mass, at least for a while.

-Scotty

 

I wanna put myself between both of your legs

and have you kiss my lips to taste what I taste

you can tell the world baby that I am just a face

one thing I’ve learned in this life child, you’ve gotta give

before you take

I’m gonna take you there wherever there is

You’ll ride and die with me into the eclipse

we’ll sleep like two demon dogs c’mon, gimme that kiss

if you wanna see where heaven is you’re gonna learn

to look deep into the abyss

I don’t wanna live forever baby, I’m not

scared to die, write my name in thier blood

on the wall like it’s 1969

I don’t wanna live forever baby, I’m not 

scared to die, start to live like they did in the end

back in 1969

Oh I wanna die at 69 oh i wanna die

Oh I wanna die at 69 oh i wanna die

I wanna se the run rise in the west

and watch it go down as I watch her undress

She ain’t no fool she knows the worlds in a mess

It don’t make no difference to her now that she knows

She can’t hoild what she don’t possess

I like the look of her in the light of my lord

She’s wrapped up tighter than a telephone cord

I hold the crown – she holds the sword

Heaven never looks so good as she did in 

The gown she wore the last day on the hospital ward

I don’t wanna live forever baby, I’m not 

scared to die, start to live like they did in the end

back in 1969

Oh I wanna die at 69 oh i wanna die

Oh I wanna die at 69 oh i wanna die

And at the end of our days I’ll hold you in my arms

Until all the syringes run dry and all of our dreams

Lay in the hills,with all our enemies dead

There ain’t no little piggies left to kill

Through all these hallways of allways I always

will run to you still

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