A Year in the Garden Shed

When your father's lungs started to fill up
And the sickness spread to his thinning blood
Well, you pulled the sheets tight over your head
It was you and God and a safe warm bed
And you thought love was a bullshit lie
'Til you saw the tears in your mother's eyes
And you spent a year in the garden shed
Just to get things straight in your fuming head
When those white tipped waves broke against the house
And the door came loose and the dog got out
It was you and me, we were losing teeth
Saw our own ashes laid across our feet
And you drank yourself right down into hell
It was you and God in a cheap motel
And you dug your grave on the bathroom floor
And finally found what you were looking for
And you sing
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"
"Death is not a curse, it's the only thing that's keeping us alive"