| Song Title: |
My Former Shell |
| Artist: |
Sam Broussard |
| Hits (Month): |
3 |
| Hits (Total): |
23 |
| Lyrics: |
Hello, I'm not home.
I am far from the phone.
Leave a message, better yet, leave me alone.
If I'm sounding thin or hollow,
you're hearing just an echo
due to lower levels of the male hormone.
I was sick, I'm getting well.
I'll be happy, y'all can stay in hell.
Soon I'm gonna be a shell of my former shell.
I'm in a frozen hunting lodge
with a tumbler full of scotch
while my other lawyer friends are making moose extinct.
I'd like to shoot those guys
draw a bead on big white eyes
but they're not worth me having to set down my drink.
I was sick ...
Could this be my future ex-wife calling?
Darling I can hear your nails drying.
Your attorney's good with small details.
You're a perfect match, with his teeth and your nails.
My killer instinct's gone.
Shot down like a dog.
Injected lethally, electrocuted, fried.
I made it walk the plank.
I hung it by its neck.
It kicked and screamed and hollered but it never cried,
and that's the difference between it and I.
I was sick ....
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