You’re like a bad taste that just won’t leave my mouth
Like one too many whiskeys, got me nowhere to {?}
So I drove you to the graveyard, bent my shovel with your head
I woke up this morning, found your {?} In my bed
You’re like a bad taste that just won’t leave my mouth
Like one too many whiskeys, got me nowhere to {?}
So I drove you to the graveyard, bent my shovel with your head
I woke up this morning, and blood was everywhere!
Shot ya, shocked ya, hanged ya, hate ya, tried to cut ya, strangle ya, killed ya
Shot ya, shocked ya, hanged ya, hate ya, tried to cut ya, strangle ya, killed ya
No matter how I try, you just keep comin’ back to life!
No matter how I try, girl, you just keep comin’ back to life!
You’re like a pale moon that refuses to set, like a bill collector that’s come when you’ve long since paid your debt
{?} I’ll be thinkin’ ahead, while standin’ over your grave so I know that you’re dead
You’re like a pale moon that refuses to set, like a bill collector that’s come when you’ve long since paid your debt
{?} I’ll be thinkin’ ahead, while standin’ over your grave so I know that you’re dead
Shot ya, shocked ya, hanged ya, hate ya, tried to cut ya, strangle ya, killed ya
Shot ya, shocked ya, hanged ya, hate ya, tried to cut ya, strangle ya, killed ya
No matter how I try, you just keep comin’ back to life!
No matter how I try, girl, you just keep comin’ back to life!
I {?} to you, I {?} your head, I packed her real tight
But you just keep comin’ back to life!
Oh, no matter how I try, girl, you just keep comin’ back to life!
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