Paroles
You won't ever hear me sing a love song
'Cause love songs suck
And you won't ever hear me sing no song about blue skies or brown eyes
Unless I'm real fucked up
Yeah, and don't expect me to sit here and sing about
Happily ever after
I think we both know that ain't ever how it really goes
Hell, the closest thing I have to a love song
Well, it's the one where I killed 'em both
And we're all going to die alone
You can't sing to a pile of bones
And there's no such thing as love
So we might as well have some fun
And the bedroom's always warmer than the grave
Yeah, and won't ever hear me singin' about them homesick blues
See this here highway, it is my home
Most folks I know these days, well, they're all buyin' houses
I bought me a John Deere Motor Coach
Yes, it's true, tonight I'm leaving
I gotta get on to that next town
But, sweetheart, that ain't no good reason
That we can't have a little fun, right here and now
'Cause we're all gonna die alone
You can't sing to a pile of bones
And there's no such thing as love
So we might as well have some fun
And the bedroom's always warmer than the grave
'Cause we're all gonna die alone
You can't sing to a pile of bones
And there's no such thing as love
So we might as well have some fun
And the bedroom's always warmer than the grave
'Cause we're all gonna die alone
You can't sing to a pile of bones
And there's no such thing as love
So we might as well have some fun
And the bedroom's always warmer than the grave
