Pratts and pain, pratts and pain

I keep a big fat cigarette burning from the edge of my head

It's gonna light up all this gasoline

and melt me to the threads in my bed

They've said it before and they'll say it again

They'll say

He died thinking too much of you

He died thinking too much of you

She kept a big fat camel pack

Tucked above her head in the car

Until some jackknife cut her life

Burned up with the pack in the yard

They've said it before and they'll say it again

They'll say

She died thinking too much of ya

She died thinking too much of ya

She died thinking too much of ya

She died thinking too

They've said it before and they'll say it again

They'll say

She died thinking too much of ya

She died thinking too much of ya

She died thinking too much of ya

She died thinking too