It's all coming out now,   oh no, what have I done?   I spun my car out now,   oh no, what have I done?      I started a fire,    I got out of a hole, you know.   I lost my head, so,   I lost you too, you know.   I'm not a liar, I'm not Edgar Allen Poe.      I lost my heart though.    I lost you too, you know.   Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones,   good hair and good clothes.   That's how it goes,   we've got sweet little toes.      I'd like to retire,   so I can go back to sleep.   These demons are killing me,   they're killing me quietly.   My love is expired,   and so are my brains, you know.   I still got a soul though,   oh, my soul it's got me [?].   Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones,   good hair and clothes.   And that's how it goes,   we've got sweet littles toes.      I don't care enough anyway.   I sin and throw stones when no one knows.   That's how it goes,   I've got mean little toes.