The Nail

Why don't you go ahead and grab your shovel,
Finish that beer and grab another,
Get your ass outside and dig a hole?
Oh, big enough for little old me,
Two foot wide by three foot deep,
'Cause this constant misery is getting old.

You're never, ever home, and when you are,
What was once a happy home becomes a bar,
When I think about the end and, boy, I think about it often,
I can't decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin.

We're a twelver in an doing shots,
Cursing God and casting knots,
Why don't you get your ass outside and dig a hole?
Find your bottle if you're able,
Drink your ass under the table,
The whole damn thing has gone unstable like you are.

You're never, ever home, and when you are,
What was once a happy home becomes a bar,
When I think about the end and, boy, I think about it often,
I can't decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin.

Well I ain't your last, you ain't my first,
You can't decide which fact is worst,
Why don't you get your ass outside and dig a hole?
This headache's going to break my heart,
The hand brake broke and the truck won't start,
You've got me playing the dead man's card, dear Lord.

You're never, ever home, and when you are,
What was once a happy home becomes a bar,
When I think about the end and, boy, I think about it often,
I can't decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin.
I can't decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin.