Velvet Crowbar (song)

Lana Del Rey
Writer(s)	Lana Del Rey
Producer(s)	Justin Parker
Recorded	2010
Length	4:07
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"Velvet Crowbar" is an unreleased song by Lana Del Rey. It was recorded in 2010 and leaked on September 23, 2012. The song was written and produced by Del Rey and Justin Parker.

Cross-references

• "Golden Grill" is also mentioned in "Stoplight De-Lite" and "Every Man Gets His Wish".
• Reference to "Paradise".

Lyrics

I was addicted to you,
But I didn't know it.
You were afflicted by booze,
You didn't show it, oh.

Life is a velvet crowbar,
Hittin' 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 watchin' you sleep,
Afraid you'll stop breathin'.
My baby's on his,
Eighth life darlin',
Stayin' with him,
Till the mornin'.

You're like crack to me,
So fine I can't see.
With your golden grill,
Your purple dream.
My baby's on his,
Eighth life darlin'.
Gonna watch him,
Till the mornin'.

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, nothin' left,
Burned yourself out, nothin' left.

You're like crack to me,
I don't want to leave,
I'm watchin' you sleep,
Afraid you'll stop breathin'.
My baby's on his,
Eighth life darlin',
Stayin' with him,
Till the mornin'.

You're like crack to me,
So fine I can't see.
With your golden grill,
Your purple dream.
My baby's on his,
Eighth life darlin'.
Gonna watch him,
Till the mornin'.

Styrofoam on the microphone,
Can't give it up,
Can't go it alone.
Flame colored paradise,
For you darlin',
But death doesn't come,
With a warning.

Life is a velvet crowbar,
Hittin' you over the head.
You're bleeding syrup, amour,
Bleeding to death.

You're like crack to me,
I don't want to leave,
I'm watchin' you sleep,
Afraid you'll stop breathin'.
Baby's on his,
Last life, darlin',
I'm stayin' with him,
Till the mornin'.

You're like crack to me,
So fine I can't see.
With your golden grill,
Your purple dream.
My baby's on his,
Eighth life darlin'.
Gonna watch him,
Till the mornin'.

(My baby's on his),
(Last life, darlin').
(Gonna stay around),
(Till morning).

(My baby's on his),
(Eighth life, darlin').
(But death doesn't come),
(With a warning).