Graveyard Radio (Daniel's Farwell)

(Verse 1) Well the jukebox died on a Friday night Choked on a heartbreak tune Needle snapped like my last good nerve Under a bloodshot moon Your lipstick’s still on my cigarette Burnin’ like a funeral pyre I’m dancin’ with your ghost again In a ring of hellfire (Pre-Chorus) Oh baby, you left me cold Like a corpse in a Cadillac coupe Now I’m howlin’ through the static Just a one-man wreckin’ troupe (Chorus) This graveyard radio won’t let me go Plays your goodbye in stereo Kick drum pounds like a coffin nail Stand-up bass in a heartbreak jail Black tears roll, pompadour low Echoes of you in the undertow I’m a dead man walkin’ in creeper shoes All dressed up with the post-love blues (Verse 2) Got a switchblade smile in my back pocket But it won’t cut you loose Every alley cat in this broken town Knows I’m your midnight noose We carved our names in a tombstone heart With a rusty safety pin Now the rain smears ink on the epitaph Of the fools we’d been (Pre-Chorus) Oh sugar, you dug my grave With a kiss and a little white lie Now I’m six feet deep in the reverb Of your last goodbye (Chorus) This graveyard radio won’t let me go Plays your goodbye in stereo Snare drum cracks like a broken spine Slap bass weeps in four-four time Black tears roll, pompadour low Echoes of you in the undertow I’m a dead man swingin’ from lover’s news All strung out on the post-love blues (Bridge – half-time, growled) Hear the engine cough in the boneyard lot My heart’s misfiring still Every spark plug pops like a pistol shot But it ain’t got the guts to kill If love’s a monster movie, babe I’m the creature in the rain Stitched together from your promises And electrically insane (Breakdown – shouted) One! Two! Three! Four! Dig that grave a little more! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Love came back but it was too late! (Final Chorus – faster, frantic) This graveyard radio screams your name Every frequency’s the same Coffin lid kickin’ to the beat Of a heart that drags its concrete feet Black tears roll, pompadour low Static snow where the roses grow I’m a dead man rockin’ in tattooed hues Buried alive in the post-love blues (Outro) So spin that record, let it cry Let the feedback testify If love don’t kill me, baby, soon I’ll be croonin’ to you from the tomb.