The Old Gospel Choir

C G There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front C But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck" G 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 C G Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest All the way to my chest Am But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears C One good night of sleep per year G There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front C But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck" G On the back of it C Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick G C In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me G And from where I'm standing Am Em It looks like I'm way long overdue Am Em I know what you meant when you said "fuck you" Am Em Breaking up never felt so cruel G And now I'm tired C And now I'm dead to me (G C Em) x2 G C Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts? G C At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start G C Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean Am C I sure as hell know one thing C C You sure ain't dead to me