Don't Trust the Dead

I heard a bed frame creaking loudly
As I woke from my drunken sleep
Well that body was sittin' in the kitchen
A man come down the stairs in my sheets

And I cried out, 'Intruder!'
He said, 'Chill man, it's 9AM'
I said, 'Who are you, where's Anita?'
He said, 'My name is Rex, and she's in bed'

Then Anita, come down the stair, and I ask her
'What's going on?'
She called me a coward and a creep
And I said, 'What about FUELA, the love, the leaves?'
She said I got, 'shit for brains, you're not for me'

And I cursed that God danged body
Who told me hearts like hers were hard to find
I said, 'I ought to rip those lips from your head'
He said, 'Trust no man, alive or dead'



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Schreiber
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