Every Time I Die

How ironic?
I'm nailed to the cross
while the vultures stuff their mouths.
God and the devil are split by a thin white line.
Six feet from an early grave.
Nine inches from being saved.
Eighteen-hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate.
Why do I give myself away?
Why do I bleed so easily?
Why do I give myself away to the yawn?
Six feet from an early grave.
Nine inches from being saved.
Eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate.
Why do I give myself away?
Why do I bleed so easily?
Why do I give myself away?
If death's coming it best come quick.
If death's coming it best come quick.
If death's coming it best come quick
or I'm all yours.
Her clothes could crack and peel off.
A hard stance that a habit made soft.
I am eaten of worms until I give up the ghost.
If death's coming it best come quick.
If death's coming it best come quick.
If death's coming it best come quick
or I'm all yours.
Take me home.
How ironic?
I'm nailed to the cross
while the vultures stuff their mouths.
God and the devil are split by a thin white line.
Why do I give myself away?
Why do I bleed so easily?
Why do I give myself away?
I'm worth nothing to me.