Old Pine Box

I don't want you coming around to see me

Go back into town, I want to think

I don't want to talk about tomorrow

I'm tired of your god-fearing sink

Rain is always leaking through the windows

No one's always knocking on the door

Never had a name, they called me "trouble"

And I don't want to live here anymore

Throw me in an old pine box

And nail that lid on top

We inherit the sins of our fathers

My daddy was an evil, evil man

I'm proud to say I never really knew him

But I can feel this awful presence in my skin

Who's that young one crouching in the corner?

Why, sir, are you hanging from that tree?

What's that thing scratching beneath the floorboards?

This town, it just don't feel the same to me

Throw me in an old pine box

And nail that lid on top

Brother, I have never not been lost

The apples on the tree have turned to rot

And all around I feel the Lord's eyes watching

If you think I'm gonna whimper, well I'm not

What you gonna do come Sunday morning

When everything you see is turned to dust

Well, I just don't believe the shit you're preaching

Forgive me Holy Father, if you must

And throw me in an old pine box

And nail that lid on top

I can't afford to pay for heat this Winter

Ice is crawling up and down the walls

If any one should ever stop to wonder

Just tell them no one lives here anymore

Throw me in an old pine box

And nail that lid on top

Yeah, throw me in an old pine box

And nail that lid on top