Outlaws With Style, In A Class All Their Own

It gets pretty lonely being Etta Place
Denied her one request
I had to watch you die
Then I had to watch you come back as something less than alive
But who am I to say that’s true?

No, the only thing I’ll say about this body with your name
It isn’t (you) and I
Living the high life
We both knew that it would have to end someday
But I thought we’d both die
Leaving no one here to deal with the regrets

My undead friends
You’re so hard to look at
Sometimes your faces make me forget that
Most of us aren’t yet where we had hoped we’d be
But our ranks are growing thinner
A couple more die every winter
And they can’t remember who they were before the freeze

My undead friends
You’re so hard to look at
Sometimes I wish that I could forget
We’re nowhere near as hopeful as we used to be
But there’s a chance this is temporary
We’re not fucking done until we’re dead and buried
And I’m not giving in until you come back home to me

But there’s a chance this is temporary
We’re not fucking done until we’re dead and buried
And I’m not giving in until you come back home to me

So I’m sitting on the front porch waiting
Come on darling, the light is fading
And I wish you’d come back home so I could get some sleep

So I’m sitting on the front porch waiting
Come on darling, the light is fading
And I wish you’d come back home so I could get some sleep