this is my last song about myself, about my friends, found something else to sing. try to patch it up with tape and twine, maybe i'll just break everything that's mine. they whelled out my casket, said "boy, lay down your head", i said "ah shit man, i ain't even dead". i won't be buried before i'm fed"
i've got a friend who's a real yo-yo, she's always crying and no one knows why. she's going to be alright. lost her past in a fuzzy fire, wasn't even drunk- just a little tired last night. and they took her to a doctor to fix her heart and heal her head, she said "goddamn i'm tired of being polite. go save somebody else's life"
friend of mine drank something fine, choked to death before his time last night. he said "i found that thing you really need," come on, you can't breathe right.
everyone will be there at the burial in your head, and a tear or two they'll shed. then they're gonna go digging in your hole, and find someone else instead. make someone else feel dead instead.
oh, he didn't like people much at all, tasted better with alchohol. you know how that one goes. he realized he'd missed his whole life, kissed his dog and shot his wife last night. and they pulled him to a preacher, said "pray 'our father' prayers," he said "ah shit man i don't even care. oh, i ain't did nothing."
reckless ruin is killing high, a great, fine victory we're still alive. my my, what a surprise. i got home late, i don't care, better late than never dear.
they took her to a prison, she sat across from him and sighed. she said "fuck you i wanted just to die. how come you, baby boy you, you can't do a damn thing right. you can't do any damn thing right."
this is my last song i write inside, i'm going out, find somewhere else to hide. late at night on an empty street, ain't anyone i know walking beside me. i ain't done a damn thing right but oh, i'll try before i die....how about tonight?
they wheeled out my casket, said "boy, lay down your head." i said "believe me, i wish that i was dead" but as long as i've been running, while this world exploded in this big hole in my head. but as long as i've been running, well i might just keep it coming to someone else instead. oh you, baby boy boy you. you can't do a damn thing right. you can't do any damn thing right.