Pratts and pain Pratts and pain
I keep a big fat cigarette burning from the edge of my head
It’s gonna light up all this gasoline and melt me to the threads in my bed
They’ve said it before and they’ll say again
They’ll say
He died thinking too much of you
He died thinking too much of you
She kept a big fat camel pack
Tucked above her head in the car
Until some jackknife cut her life
Burned up with the pack in the yard
They’ve said it before and they’ll say it again
They’ll say
She died thinking too much of
ya
She died thinking too much of
ya
She died thinking too much of
ya
She died thinking too much of
ya
They’ve said it before and they’ll say it again
They’ll say
She died thinking too much of ya
She died thinking too much of
ya
She died thinking too much of
ya
She died thinking too much of
ya