In The Last Life
Sitting in the backyard on a milk crate
Yeah I'm home but not ready to come up yet
Going over all the trouble I'm in
How it's written in the script
I was goin' down
The moment the phone rang
The minute they called
Why do I talk to every idiot
With an idiot idea?
It's always race eight, the "Get Out Stakes"
Chasing through the smell and the sweat and the fear
You shake your head and say 'you do you babe', so I do me
For a while I was bettin' for two flies
And I thought we were home scott-free
It's time to climb the stairs
You'll be sleeping and not keeping the score
You lift me up
You brush me down
You lift me up
Turn me around
I must have been alright in the last life
To be lyin' here with you
Here with you
When I slip away into my glass canoe
Slicing my way to the falls
You pull me over, say "Even a fool should know
They're all sharks and leeches and lawyers"
And it was you said "Say sorry to Honest Don", this little bugger's in a little bit of strife
He might listen to me, 'cause I look like his son who wasn't quite made out for the criminal life
The moment the phone rang, the minute they called
You lift me up
You brush me down
You lift me up
Turn me around
I must have been alright in the last life to be lyin' here with you
Yeah I'm home but not ready to come up yet
Going over all the trouble I'm in
How it's written in the script
I was goin' down
The moment the phone rang
The minute they called
Why do I talk to every idiot
With an idiot idea?
It's always race eight, the "Get Out Stakes"
Chasing through the smell and the sweat and the fear
You shake your head and say 'you do you babe', so I do me
For a while I was bettin' for two flies
And I thought we were home scott-free
It's time to climb the stairs
You'll be sleeping and not keeping the score
You lift me up
You brush me down
You lift me up
Turn me around
I must have been alright in the last life
To be lyin' here with you
Here with you
When I slip away into my glass canoe
Slicing my way to the falls
You pull me over, say "Even a fool should know
They're all sharks and leeches and lawyers"
And it was you said "Say sorry to Honest Don", this little bugger's in a little bit of strife
He might listen to me, 'cause I look like his son who wasn't quite made out for the criminal life
The moment the phone rang, the minute they called
You lift me up
You brush me down
You lift me up
Turn me around
I must have been alright in the last life to be lyin' here with you
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Writer(s): Tim Freedman, Wayne Connolly
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