He smokes his last cigarette from the pack
Shines the whiskey right off his shoes
He knows there's never any turning back
Still he grabs his fresh pressed suit

Gets dressed while the sweat rolls down his chest
This day could be his last
It seems like it's coming too damn quick
Oh yeah, it's coming fast

Hits the road like a bat straight out of hell
He rolls the window down
I've never seen him cry so well
I've never seen him frown

He turns his Frank cigarette on high
Sings along to that "New York" lullaby

It's times like these that we will fight
It's over and under our skin
Now darling, tell me
That we're alright

She waits for him in the hearse
While trying to find some lipstick
That will compliment her skirt
And match her ugly purse-onality
Is out of line
I think she'd just be fine
Not knowing the meaning of a dime
Oh, no, he's running out of time

Hits the brakes when arriving to the scene
His bowtie's drenched in sweat
These days are few and far between

He's throwing up regret
She struts up to his car and smiles
Kisses one last time
Says, "Pray for me when I go on trial"


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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