I'm a last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first simple sin from an old brown sack
I feel good then and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back
The lonesome sun is almost gone and the shadows climb the wall
I'll do that nail where a picture hung but you don't care at all
But you don't care at all
Cause I'm a last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first simple sin from an old brown sack
I feel good then and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back
If I lay my head in this big old bed I think of you and me
And if I lay in this bed I made I don't get no sleep
You ain't coming back to me
Cause I'm a last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first simple sin from an old brown sack
I feel good then and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back
I'm the wrong first time, the first puff of smoke Beginning to dry when you should have said no
The justice once it tears you in two But don't do that that you go ahead and do
I'm a last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first simple sin from an old brown sack
I feel good then and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back
Cause I'm a last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first simple sin from an old brown sack
I feel good then and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back
I'm a last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first simple sin from an old brown sack