Old Pine Box Those Poor Bastards
I don't want you coming round to see me
Go back into town i wanna think
[A]I don't wanna talk about tomorrow
[E]I'm tired of your god fearing soul
The rain is always leaking through the window
Noones always knocking on the door
Never had a name they called me trouble
And i don't wanna live here anymore
[A]Throw me in an[G] old pine [E]box
[A]And nail tha[G]t lid on t[E]op
Prepare in the sins of our fathers
My daddy was an evil evil man
I'm proud to say i never really knew him
But i can feel his aweful prescence in my skin
Whos that crouching in the corner
Why sir are you hanging from that tree
Whats that thing scratching beneath the floorboards
This town it just don't feel the same to me
Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
Brother i've never not been lost
The apples on the tree have turned to rot
And all around i feel the lords eyes watching
If you think i'm gonna whimper well i'm not
Whatcha gonna do come sunday morning
When everything you see has turned to dust
I just don't believe the s**t you're preaching
Forgive me holy preacher if you must
Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
I can't afford to pay for heat this winter
Ice is crawling up and down the walls
If anyone should ever stop to wonder
Just tell em noone lives here anymore
And throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
Yeah throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
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