Karl Miller, Dean Johnson
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Lyrics for To Her Damn Tombstone
To Her Damn Tombstone
Well, she left me in the cold
Like a hold in the snow
Like a single ring of gold
Like a zero.
I'm looking like a volcano
When that fucker finally blow
Fall inside a tuxedo,
Play a piano
That I drag across town
Beads of sweat on my brow
Cracked moonlight shines the show
Nobody around
Ivory I pound
Through the graveyard gates I go.
Then I softly press a note
Piano tilts beneath an oak
In my teeth there bleeds a rose
Romantic soul
My frozen fingers seem to float
Like fog wraps around a boat
All I've left is breath to hold
In the shadows
But there's something you don't know
How I loved her so
And I promised her I was never gonna let her go
Music's so invisible
Like a broken radio
And I play her favorite song
To her damn tombstone.
No time for resuscitation
Just in time for observation
I dig her up, shake off the rotten goo
I notice that her eyes are sunken
Her ass is like a rotten pumpkin
I reckon you don't love her like I do.
She said, "You'll never be alone."
Now it seems she's wrong
'Cause nothin' that I know
Keeps from bringin' me down.
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