One of these days I'm gonna cut you down
It take an axe to your whole town
Cut through the timber that keeps you straight
I'll make a woodpile of your whole place
Misery loves company
And truth temps fate
But I ain't a man to be mistaken
All my friends say let it be
But misery loves company
You're sticking needles through my coat
This Voodoo loving well it ain't no joke
One of these days I'm gonna choke
A little blood with every poke
When things go bad
It's time to change But the funny thing
It's just the same old shit again We used to walk down by the church
You said God I love you so much it hurts
But things got rough for quite a spell
Now you're saying God I wish
You'd go straight to Hell
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One of these days I'm gonna cut you down
It take an axe to your whole town
Cut through the timber that keeps you straight
I'll make a woodpile of your whole place
Misery loves company
And truth temps fate
But I ain't a man to be mistaken
All my friends say let it be
But misery loves company
You're sticking needles through my coat
This Voodoo loving well it ain't no joke
One of these days I'm gonna choke
A little blood with every poke
When things go bad
It's time to change But the funny thing
It's just the same old shit again We used to walk down by the church
You said God I love you so much it hurts
But things got rough for quite a spell
Now you're saying God I wish
You'd go straight to Hell
It take an axe to your whole town
Cut through the timber that keeps you straight
I'll make a woodpile of your whole place
Misery loves company
And truth temps fate
But I ain't a man to be mistaken
All my friends say let it be
But misery loves company
You're sticking needles through my coat
This Voodoo loving well it ain't no joke
One of these days I'm gonna choke
A little blood with every poke
When things go bad
It's time to change But the funny thing
It's just the same old shit again We used to walk down by the church
You said God I love you so much it hurts
But things got rough for quite a spell
Now you're saying God I wish
You'd go straight to Hell
Writer: James Irving
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC