1. Last Words

From the recording The Fireside Wake

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Well my mother’s on her deathbed
But we never got along
And it’s not my fault for sure not hers
But it all just fell apart
Do I feel grateful sad or guilty?
Do I deserve to beat my heart?
Cause this attitude to battle you
Was the lesson you taught
And my friends are all laughing at me
In their subtle stupid ways
So I’m takin’ a trip I’ll need a morphine drip
And I may not e’er return
So when I wake up old & angry
When I wake up cold and gray
Roll me over dear in my shallow grave
And just make it disappear
Just make it disappear
Yeah just make it disappear