Whole hog for the macho Jesus
The pain medications never seem to please us anymore
Hail Mary and the saints preserve us
If Becky comes around tell her we're still nervous from the war
Worse came to worse
But if better comes to better
Let me take you for a ride
Until then, honey,
I'll be mailing dead letters from the passenger side
Five dollars on the coffee table
Six picks, seven digits
You're not quite able to recall
Let's have a big hand for the real go-getter,
The little homewrecker in the murder red sweater down the hall
Worse came to worse
But if better comes to better
Let me take you for a ride
Until then, honey,
I'll be mailing dead ltters from the passenger side
It's taking me further & further away
Further & further & further away
Further & further away from where I wanna be, yeah
Further & further away
Further & further & further away
Further & further away from where I wanna be, yeah
Skip ahead to the part where you say you want me
Skip ahead to the day where your ghosts don't haunt me
Skip ahead to the part where you say you want me
Skip ahead to the day where your ghosts don't haunt me
Further & further away
Further & further & further away
Further & further away from where I wanna be, yeah
Further & further away
Further & further & further away
Further & further away from where I wanna be, yeah
Further & further away
Further & further & further away
Further & further away from where I wanna be, yeah