I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first sip of sin from an old brown sack A feel good band, and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back Another lonesome sun is almost gone And the shadows climb the wall Up to that nail where a picture hung But you don't care at all But you don't care at all 'Cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first sip of sin from an old brown sack A feel good band, and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back As I lay my head in this big ol' bed I think of you and me And if I lay in this bed I made I don't get no sleep You ain't comin' back to me 'Cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first sip of sin from an old brown sack A feel good band, and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back I'm the wrong first time, the first puff of smoke Give it a try when you should have said "No" Just this once, it tears you in two But don't do that, then you go ahead and do I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first sip of sin from an old brown sack A feel good band, and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that I can't take 'Cause I'm the last cuss word that cuts like a razor The first sip of sin from an old brown sack A feel good band, and hate yourself later I'm just another thing that you can't take back