Lyrics

You keep scratching at the roof of your coffin And it's getting on my nerves You were so graciously interred To cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out My rage slowly became indifference I really don't know how I guess it doesn't matter now So cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out I can't bear the pall I can't bear the pall You call it sour grapes And I call it wine But let it [?] And I'm having a good time I can't bear the pall I can't bear the pall