I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor

The first sip of sin from an old brown sack

A feel good band, and hate yourself later

I'm just another thing that you can't take back.

Another lonesome sun is almost gone

And the shadows climb the wall

Up to that nail where a picture hung

But you don't care at all

But you don't care at all.

'cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor

The first sip of sin from an old brown sack

A feel good band, and hate yourself later

I'm just another thing that you can't take back.

As I lay my head in this big ol' bed

I think of you and me

And if I lay in this bed I made

I don't get no sleep

You ain't comin' back to me.

'cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor

The first sip of sin from an old brown sack

A feel good band, and hate yourself later

I'm just another thing that you can't take back.

I'm the wrong first time, the first puff of smoke

Give it a try when you should have said "no"

Just this once, it tears you in two

But don't do that, then you go ahead and do.

I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor

The first sip of sin from an old brown sack

A feel good band, and hate yourself later

I'm just another thing that I can't take.

'cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor

The first sip of sin from an old brown sack

A feel good band, and hate yourself later

I'm just another thing that you can't take back.