Texty: The Grates. I Won't Survive.

Itty bitty tiny beats your heart makes when you lie,
catches birds and elephants you're wasted while you wine

If I could find a little piece of flesh I'll be alright,
but as life turns to eat me up I fear I won't survive

I won't survive (x7)

Itty bitty tiny beats your heart makes when you lie,
if I could find a little piece of flesh I'll be alright