Undertaker
I'm a heartbreaker
I'm an undertaker
And it's time for me to lay you low
But nails and coffins they don't count for nothing
If you can't hear me cast the first blow
I'm a time waster
I'm a procrastinator
But I'm not wasting my time on you
Silly boy just sit there waiting
For someone to come along and make you new
Drive like a beat up Power Hawk
Four wheels, they don't care for all that talk
Sittin' in the back seat countin' my bones
I'm a grave digger
Cut the earth and figure
That's a hole for you and I to fill
Pushing those daisies will drive you crazy
Till the day we rise with more damn time to kill
I'm a chord cutter
Cauterize and shutter
Take the bullet and the key back home
In three years time would you still be mine
If I had thought to just leave you alone
Drive like a beat up Power Hawk
Four wheels, they don't care for all that talk
Sittin' in the back seat countin' my bones
Keep me turning, keep me taking in air
Like there's a carburetor, carburetor in there
I'm counting cells, counting tissue and bones
Bring that carburetor, carburetor back home
I'm crumbling, I can't save you
Or ask you to come save me too
But I will need saving sooner or later
I'm an undertaker
And it's time for me to lay you low
But nails and coffins they don't count for nothing
If you can't hear me cast the first blow
I'm a time waster
I'm a procrastinator
But I'm not wasting my time on you
Silly boy just sit there waiting
For someone to come along and make you new
Drive like a beat up Power Hawk
Four wheels, they don't care for all that talk
Sittin' in the back seat countin' my bones
I'm a grave digger
Cut the earth and figure
That's a hole for you and I to fill
Pushing those daisies will drive you crazy
Till the day we rise with more damn time to kill
I'm a chord cutter
Cauterize and shutter
Take the bullet and the key back home
In three years time would you still be mine
If I had thought to just leave you alone
Drive like a beat up Power Hawk
Four wheels, they don't care for all that talk
Sittin' in the back seat countin' my bones
Keep me turning, keep me taking in air
Like there's a carburetor, carburetor in there
I'm counting cells, counting tissue and bones
Bring that carburetor, carburetor back home
I'm crumbling, I can't save you
Or ask you to come save me too
But I will need saving sooner or later
Credits
Writer(s): Beth Jeans Houghton
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