Outlaws With Style, In A Class All Their Own

It gets pretty lonely being Etta Place

Denied her one request

I had to watch you die

Then I had to watch you come back as something less than alive

But who am I to say that’s true?

No, the only thing I’ll say about this body with your name

It isn’t (you) and I

Living the high life

We both knew that it would have to end someday

But I thought we’d both die

Leaving no one here to deal with the regrets

My undead friends

You’re so hard to look at

Sometimes your faces make me forget that

Most of us aren’t yet where we had hoped we’d be

But our ranks are growing thinner

A couple more die every winter

And they can’t remember who they were before the freeze

My undead friends

You’re so hard to look at

Sometimes I wish that I could forget

We’re nowhere near as hopeful as we used to be

But there’s a chance this is temporary

We’re not fucking done until we’re dead and buried

And I’m not giving in until you come back home to me

But there’s a chance this is temporary

We’re not fucking done until we’re dead and buried

And I’m not giving in until you come back home to me

So I’m sitting on the front porch waiting

Come on darling, the light is fading

And I wish you’d come back home so I could get some sleep

So I’m sitting on the front porch waiting

Come on darling, the light is fading

And I wish you’d come back home so I could get some sleep