Buriedfed

oh, he didn't like people much at all
tasted better with alcohol
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
he said, "pray 'our father' prayers"
he said, "aw 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 the prison
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
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 'bout tonight

they wheeled out my casket
they 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, you
you can't do a damn thing right
you can't do any damn thing right