Second Hearse Same as the First - The Copyrights

Pick up the phone and call in dead to work

If you never go back, I promise it won’t hurt

Don’t give tomorrow another look

Rip up your license burn your checkbook

Just wish I could let myself off the hook

Then I’d pick up the phone

Pick up the phone, and we’ll be gone

Scrape up the stone to know it’ll be alright

If you don’t know where you’re gonna sleep tonight

But you know, it’s all within your reach

Go outside, lay your heart on the street

If only I could practice what I preach

We used to think, that now we know better

Today we realize that we only know worse

And we’re dreaming, if we’re thinking

It’s gonna get better on its own before the hearse