Yeah
The chemo ain't workin' no more
The chemo ain't workin' no more
We all discuss options whenever she's sleepin'
She's so weak we don't even have to close doors

They tell us the body's a temple
That we should guard and protect it
But it's getting hard to accept
When our God-given shell is in constant rebellion
Heart is in failure
Monitor visits
Doctors prepare you for what you ain't felt yet
Do we go to the light
Or hold hands in the dark with a spectre?

The chemo ain't workin' no more
The chemo ain't workin' no more
The poison's run the course
And now she's screamin' on the floor

And we all pretend it's ok
Yeah, we all pretend it's ok
She askin' if this is the end
And we say the prognosis is great
While we smile in her face
Smile in her face
Tryin' to be brave
Lie, if a lie's what it takes
Lyin' awake every time that I pray
I'm afraid that I'm driving a stake
Even deeper, 'cause my soul is corrupt
And I'm all out of faith and my hope ain't enough
Evidence is substance both in our clutch
Then we woke to discover she's cold to the touch

Hold me close, I'm lost and overcome
Reach inside this bleeding heart
That's gone numb

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I can't afford the chemo like I can't afford a limo
But on any given day I'd rather drive a limousine

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I can't afford the chemo like I can't afford a limo
But on any given day I'd rather drive a limousine

Yeah
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)

This Xanax ain't workin' no more
See, it ain't quite as fun when the nights are done
And you take five at once to get the same vibe as one
And need to hide or run when the silence comes
And the sex ain't makin' it better
Five minutes after I'm done and I can't face her to tell her
That it's over
Even though both of us know
The throat close on the race to the exit

He got a meltin' spoon in a motel room
Third story, no view
When his eyes rolled back and he foamed from the mouth
No one knew it 'til they heard it on the news
Heard it on the news
She was certainly amused
That her mother ain't refuse
It's the reason she let any man
With a hundred dollar bill in
Loves to be used

But, Slick, it don't work no more
And stripper's don't work no more
And quotin' Scripture don't work no more
Ain't no 3:23, 6:23, 10:9 through 10 no more
I can't take no more
And there's no Romans 5:8 no more
Ain't no 3:16, ain't no 2:20, 29:11
23rd Psalm, no Acts 1:8 no more
On Earth as it is in a place I ain't seen
Except in paintings and dreams
Illustrated by finite beings
That aspire to make art
That'll lie in museums
And dreams that'll wither on the vine
Straight from the mind of the victim of the crime
But sometimes the victim is guilty of the crime
While they sippin' on the wine for a hint of the divine

Hold me close, I'm lost and overcome
Reach inside this bleeding heart
That's gone numb

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I can't afford the chemo like I can't afford a limo
But on any given day I'd rather drive a limousine

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I can't afford the chemo like I can't afford a limo
But on any given day I'd rather drive a limousine

Yeah
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)
Drive a limousine ('zine, 'zine)
Drive a limousine ('zine, yeah)