Funeral Home Blues

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My poor brain sure is cooked Yeah, my poor brain sure is fried Just like the night that my baby lied My poor brain sure is fried I broke her heart, then she broke mine And left her footprints all down my spine Another morning at the funeral home Nobody picking up the telephone My eyes are bloodshot and heavy as lead It's got me feeling like the walking dead Cold sweeping right into my bones No conversation though I'm never alone [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] My poor brain sure is cooked Yeah, my poor brain sure is broke I grabbed her neck and she began to choke My poor brain sure is broke Murdering my baby like it ain't no joke I'm gonna squeeze until I hear that croak Someone behind me now with every step Sucking the smoke out of my cigarette Waiting for me to show and pay my debts I'm breaking out in a cold, cold sweat I don't forgive and I never forget They ain't found a better way to kill me yet [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] My poor brain sure is cooked Yeah, my poor brain sure is fried Just like the night that my baby lied Yeah, my poor brain sure is fried I broke her heart, then she broke mine And left her footprints all down my spine She left her footprints all down my spine She left her footprints all down my spine