Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead guy

From dreadging no past times

Go on your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the date now

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead beat

For slicing no dead meat

Go on your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the date now

Your boyfriend of choice was older than me

His Slip-ons were part underneath the setty

[?]

I got no right to be making a call

'Cause I walked in that night

Eleven feet tall

We were torturing stories

Dissecting the see

From the power and the glory

By grim and greed

"Should we cut to the chase" that's what you said

Whit your mother barely sleep overhead

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead guy

From dreadging no past times

Go on your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the date now

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead beat

For slicing no dead meat

Go on your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the date now

Did you married that chump?

With the facs and the cash

And the clot out Ford

And the copious Mustache

Did he ever twicked into the barefaced boy?

And stolen the dust through the gates of the truth

[?]

I found some hair and some bubblegum

And a telephone number, that plays it dumb

In the beautifully filthy world that you wrote

Inpurpoling in a posted look

(Fuck)

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead guy

From dreadging no past times

Go on your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the date now

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead beat

For slicing no dead meat

Go on your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the date now