[Chorus]
I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor
The first sip of sin from an old brown sack
A feel good then, and hate yourself later
I'm just another thing that you can't take back
[Verse 1]
Another lonesome sun is almost gone
And the shadows climb the wall
Up to that nail where a picture hung
But you don't care at all
But you don't care at all
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor
The first sip of sin from an old brown sack
A feel good then, and hate yourself later
I'm just another thing that you can't take back
[Verse 2]
As I lay my head in this big ol' bed
I think of you and me
And if I lay in this bed I made
I don't get no sleep
You ain't comin' back to me
I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor
The first sip of sin from an old brown sack
A feel good then, and hate yourself later
I'm just another thing that you can't take back
[Verse 1]
Another lonesome sun is almost gone
And the shadows climb the wall
Up to that nail where a picture hung
But you don't care at all
But you don't care at all
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor
The first sip of sin from an old brown sack
A feel good then, and hate yourself later
I'm just another thing that you can't take back
[Verse 2]
As I lay my head in this big ol' bed
I think of you and me
And if I lay in this bed I made
I don't get no sleep
You ain't comin' back to me
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