The Old Gospel Choir Lyrics

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 p****
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 p****
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 "f*** 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 d*** mean
I sure as hell know one thing

You sure ain't dead to me