How ironic, I'm nailed to the cross
While the vultures stuff their mouths
God and the devil are split by a thin white lineSix feet from an early grave
Nine inches from being saved
Eighteen hundred miles
Of skeletons on the interstateWhy do I give myself away?
Why do I bleed so easily?
Why do I give myself away to be yours?Six feet from an early grave
Nine inches from being saved
Eighteen hundred miles
Of skeletons on the interstateWhy do I give myself away?
Why do I bleed so easily?
Why do I give myself away?If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick or I'm all yoursHer clothes will crack and peel off
A heart sins in a heaven made soft
I am eaten of worms 'till I give up the ghostIf death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick or I'm all yours
Take me homeHow ironic, I'm nailed to the cross
While the vultures stuff their mouths
God and the devil are split by a thin white lineWhy do I give myself away?
Why do I bleed so easily?
Why do I give myself away?
I'm worth nothing to me
Songwriters
KEITH BUCKLEY, JOSH NEWTON, ANDY WILLIAMS, MIKE NOVAK, JORDAN BUCKLEYPublished by
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