Second Hearse Same as the First
The Copyrights Lyrics

Pick up the phone and call in dead to work
If you never go back, I promise it won? t hurt
Don? t give tomorrow another look
Rip up your license burn your checkbook
Just wish I could let myself off the hook
Then I? d pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, and we? ll be gone

Scrape up the stone to know it? ll be alright
If you don? t know where you? re gonna sleep tonight
But you know, it? s all within your reach
Go outside, lay your heart on the street
If only I could practice what I preach

We used to think, that now we know better
Today we realize that we only know worse
And we? re dreaming, if we? re thinking
It? s gonna get better on its own before the hearse

Contributed by Oliver R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.