You wont ever hear me sing a love song
Cuz love songs suck
And you wont ever hear me sing no song about blue skies or brown eyes
Unless I'm real fucked up
And don't expect me to sit here and sing about
Happily ever after
That ain't ever how it really goes
I mean hell the closest thing I even have to a love song it's the one where I kill them both
Cuz we're all going to die alone
You cant sing to a pile of bones
There ain't no such thing as love
So we might as well have some fun
And the bedrooms always warmer than the grave
This here highway that's my home
Most folks I know these days they all live in houses
I live in a John Deere motor home
And yes its true
Ladies tonight I'm leaving
And I ain't looking back
So if your single and willing
And you catch what I'm saying
Meet me in the Cadillac limo its parked out back
Cuz we're all going to die alone
You cant sing to a pile of bones
There aint no such thing as love
So we might as well have some fun
And the bedroom is always warmer than the grave
Writer(s): Robert Wayne Waters Iii
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