Lyrics

Something has taught me Karma has rolled me God is a commie Sweet Jesus told me Says if you lost him To please send a basket And fire your musket Over my casket Roll out the stretcher And make me feel better For what is bad, don't be glad And what is worse, I'm the nurse Baby, don't you give me Your words of sweet whiskey Your southern drawl crawling Over me quickly You see I've been lied to Laughed at and cried to But I'll no longer Be twisted and tied to So roll out the stretcher And make me feel better For what is bad, don't be glad And what is worse, I'm the nurse Sweet road out yonder Know I have gone her So teach me no lesson And call when you wanna Sweet whores, I've implored To lay me some wisdom They says "Know what you want and just ask to receive them" Roll out the stretcher And make me feel better For what is bad, don't be glad And what is worse, I'm the nurse For what is bad, don't be glad And what is worse, I'm the nurse