Dúettinn 2 - Foul Lyrics

Love is an art that's made from coals
You gave me your heart and I ate your soul
There is a gang behind that tree
Gang banging the statue of liberty

Search your mind and you might find
Business men with deeds so kind
And gold is feces and words are gold
And charity is getting rather old

Cold are the ones who die
Some of them think that they will fly to the sky
And maybe you ought to try
My guess is that you're gonna crash into the ground

Nature is made out of concrete cold
And mountains are cut out of heaps of shit
Diamonds die young for they're made of snow
Live forever and die a ancient hit

Stink of perfume is swelling up my nose
When all I can stand is the smell of my sweat
My loath for life is growing like a rose
For I crawl in the sewers and live like a rat

Cold are the ones who die
Some of them think that they will fly to the sky
And maybe you ought to try
I hope you're gonna die

Great are the treasures hidden in the sand
Dug there by pirates billion years a go
Now I realize this must be the end

Cold are the ones who die
Some of them think that they will fly to the sky
And maybe you ought too try
My guess is that you're gonna crash into the ground
Cold are the ones who die
Some of them think that they will fly to the sky
And maybe you ought to try
I hope you're gonna die