Modern Baseball - 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 out of luck"On the back of itSharp as a tack but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prickAnd my finger on my toe,With the sad holes of the weight on my chestOn the weight of my chestBut every treble in your voiceStored goes in my earsWhat a good night of sleeper hereThere's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front,But I had no bucks to get "Here lies, they ran out of luck"On the back of itSharp as a tack but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prickAnd the fingers and the toes of all of those that show interest in meAnd from where I'm standing, looks like I'm way long overdueI know what you meant when you said,"***** you!"Breaking I've never felt so cool,And now I'm tired and now I'm dead to meCan we act like we never broke each other's hearts?And we smile, I don't know how you felt from the startOh, that's right, oh, I'm cool,Oh it's goddamn meI sure as hell know one thing, I'm sure you're dead to me
