The Old Gospel Choir

There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck" On the back of it Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick In my finger or my toe Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest All the way to my chest But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears One good night of sleep per year

There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front But I had no bucks to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck" On the back of it Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me And from where I'm standing

It looks like I'm way long overdue I know what you meant when you said "fuck you" Breaking up never felt so cruel And now I'm tired And now I'm dead to me

Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts? At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh it's god damn mean I sure as hell know one thing

You sure ain't dead to me