this is my last song about myself, about my friends found something else to sing try and patch it up with tape and twine maybe i'll just break everything that's mine
they wheeled out my casket they said, "boy, lay down your head" i said, "aw shit, man, i ain't even dead" i won't be buried for i'm...
my friend, who's a real yo-yo she's always crying, and no one knows why she's gonna be alright lost her past in a fuzzy fire wasn't even drunk, just a little tired last night
and they took her to the doctor to fix her heart, and heal her head she said, "goddamn, i'm tired of being polite go save somebody else"
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 alright
everyone'll be there at the burial in your head and a tear or two, they 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 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
how can i go home with nothing to say i know you're going to look at me that way and say what did you do out there and what did you decide you said you needed time and you had time
you are a china shop and i am a bull you are really good food and i am full i guess everything is timing i guess everything's been said so i am coming home with an empty head
you'll say did they love you or what i'll say they love what i do the only one who really loves me is you and you'll say girl did you kick some butt and i'll say i don't really remember but my fingers are sore and my voice is too
you'll say it's really good to see you you'll say i missed you horribly you'll say let me carry that give that to me and you will take the heavy stuff and you will drive the car and i'll look out the window making jokes about the way things are
how can i go home with nothing to say i know you're going to look at me that way and say what did you do out there and what did you decide you said you needed time and you had time
this is my last song about myself, about my friends
