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 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. 
            
 
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