Granny's 12 Gauge, Copyright 1998.
Lock the doors and curl up tight
The devil might be workin' tonight
Sweet sweet dreams or nightmare scenes
Or angels of mercy on paving machines
Self-Destruction Under Construction
Baby I'm not through I've got work to do
Self-Destruction Under Construction
I'm pavin' 'cross the past so the memories won't last
So the memories won't last
I go to work when the sun goes down
I know every barkeep in this town
They call my name when I hit the door
They know just what I've come there
for
My best friend is a whiskey shot
It makes my guts feel good and hot
And it blots out things that I have seen
Like angels of mercy on paving machines
You'll hear me workin' in the wee wee hours
I'm out there pavin' over funeral flowers
Self-Destruction Under Construction
Baby I'm not through I've got work to do
Self-Destruction Under Construction
I'm pavin' 'cross the past so the memories won't last
So the memories won't last
My sweet love died by my side
She called my name before she died
Times like this I'd hold her tight
Times like this I'd hold her tight
Self-Destruction Under Construction
Baby I'm not through I've got work to do
Self-Destruction Under Construction
I'm pavin' 'cross the past so the memories won't last
So the memories won't last