I talk with the dead they don't have much to say heavy-handed moaning
It can be exhausting speaking for the living my curses are never blessings
No hiding no hiding in the ground saving for vacation paying for my children
With checks from grieving widows your old man's at peace said he's bored
But unafraid and something about a mistress no hiding no hiding in the ground
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I talk with the dead they don't have much to say heavy-handed moaning
It can be exhausting speaking for the living my curses are never blessings
No hiding no hiding in the ground saving for vacation paying for my children
With checks from grieving widows your old man's at peace said he's bored
But unafraid and something about a mistress no hiding no hiding in the ground
It can be exhausting speaking for the living my curses are never blessings
No hiding no hiding in the ground saving for vacation paying for my children
With checks from grieving widows your old man's at peace said he's bored
But unafraid and something about a mistress no hiding no hiding in the ground
Writer: Ryan Nelson
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