Lana Del Rey - Velvet Crowbar lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Velvet Crowbar lyrics]
I was addicted to you, but I didn't know it
You were afflicted by booze
You didn't show it, ah
Life is a velvet crowbar
Hitting you over the head
You're bleeding but you want more
"This is so like you, " I said
Put yourself on back to bed
You're like crack to me
I don't want to leave
I'm watching you sleep
Afraid you'll stop breathing
My baby's on his eighth life, darling
Staying with him till the morning
You're like crack to me, so fun I can't see
With your golden grill, your purple dream
My baby's on his eighth life, darling
Gonna watch him till the morning
I was addicted to you, didn't wanna blow it
You were a dick with your crew
Always on the road
You wanna touch life so hard
Why can't you give it a rest?
You're not that bright for a star
Burned yourself out, nothing left
Burned yourself out, nothing left
Styrofoam on the microphone
Can't give it up, can't go it alone
Flame-colored paradise for you, darling
But death doesn't come with a warning
Life is a velvet crowbar
Hitting you over the head
You're bleeding syrup amour
Bleeding to death
My baby's on his last life, darling
Gonna stay with him till morning
My baby's on his eighth life, darling
And death doesn't come with a warning
You were afflicted by booze
You didn't show it, ah
Life is a velvet crowbar
Hitting you over the head
You're bleeding but you want more
"This is so like you, " I said
Put yourself on back to bed
You're like crack to me
I don't want to leave
I'm watching you sleep
Afraid you'll stop breathing
My baby's on his eighth life, darling
Staying with him till the morning
You're like crack to me, so fun I can't see
With your golden grill, your purple dream
My baby's on his eighth life, darling
Gonna watch him till the morning
I was addicted to you, didn't wanna blow it
You were a dick with your crew
Always on the road
You wanna touch life so hard
Why can't you give it a rest?
You're not that bright for a star
Burned yourself out, nothing left
Burned yourself out, nothing left
Styrofoam on the microphone
Can't give it up, can't go it alone
Flame-colored paradise for you, darling
But death doesn't come with a warning
Life is a velvet crowbar
Hitting you over the head
You're bleeding syrup amour
Bleeding to death
My baby's on his last life, darling
Gonna stay with him till morning
My baby's on his eighth life, darling
And death doesn't come with a warning