Yeah my pants are wearin' thin
My plate is full I'm hungry again
And my cup has got a hole
I let it run I like my coffee cold, I like it
Yeah your harvest queen cries at night
I hope that woman that's got you is treating you too
And your shadow is leaning long
Can't hold yourself up now that Jonah's gone, he made it
Ain't no fun to call it done
Ain't no fun to call it
Ain't no fun to call it done
You better itch that scratch you been nursin
Draw the flesh from the dropped curtain
When the tip of your tongue is gone
It won't make what you do any less, you gotta own it
Ain't no fun to call it done
Ain't no fun to call it
Ain't no fun to call it done
Yeah my pants are wearin' thin
My plate is full I'm hungry again
