When they number off the dead
I will haul the ashes there
And make certain you were one of them
And in my infant dreams of hope
You will billow up in smoke
And fill my little pink lungs

You may not find it hard
You drag my feet
You pull me to the ground
This is costing you in skin

I am sister to your tunes
Fortunate waddle while you swoon
Spanking boy is on the whipping post
His features melt into his mouth
While we're burning down the house
What a puddle of friends we have now

You may not find it hard
You drag my feet
You pull me to the ground
This is costing you in skin

You make me feel so enlightened
Like a lady found God in her purse
Lord in the store we are bringing it in
Pays in the red and it's worse
How will he take the news?
Good or bad, red or blue
Holds the victim and he folds the night
No exception to the rule
Motel 6, your check is due
Adult life is calling you

You may not find it hard
You drag my feet
You pull me to the ground
This is costing you in skin

You make me feel so enlightened
Like a lady found God in her purse

You may not find it hard
You drag my feet
You pull me to the ground
This is costing you in skin

Someone has friends on the rebound
And she is a model of you
I saw a speech last for hours
Maybe next week we'll spend in the dirt

You may not find it hard
You drag my feet
You pull me to the ground
This is costing you in skin