The Copyrights - Second Hearse Same As The First lyrics

Pick up the phone and call in dead to work If you never go back, I promise it won't hurt Don't give tomorrow another look Rip up your license burn your checkbook Just wish I could let myself off the hook Then I'd pick up the phone Pick up the phone, and we'll be gone Scrape up the stone to know it'll be alright If you don't know where you're gonna sleep tonight But you know, it's all within your reach Go outside, lay your heart on the street If only I could practice what I preach We used to think, that now we know better Today we realize that we only know worse And we're dreaming, if we're thinking It's gonna get better on its own before the hearse