We're All Alone In This Together

A Lot Worse Off

We're All Alone In This Together (EP) [2011]

lyrics by: James Finch

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Standing in Heaven/I was putting up a fence
God said “it’s not to keep anyone out/it’s to keep everyone in
Up here in Heaven, well/I have to charge rent
And I’m sick of those bastards/skipping out on the check”
Sippin’ my soda/installing A/C
Flipped the switch/and Hell started to freeze
The Devil really likes/His change of scenery
Dress warm when you die/it’s like twenty degrees (Down here)

We could have it a lot worse off
Time can’t tell me what to do, I smashed my pocket watch
We could have it a lot worse off
Na-na-na-na-never mind, here comes the cops

Selling my soul at a yard sale
If you bring in a coupon/I’d probably honor it
The money’s not important/just make me an offer
And treat the poor little thing/better than I ever did
The pharmacist said/that I was insane
I politely asked/for a second opinion
The dog with the bat-wings/behind me in line said:
“Hell, I’ll give it to you son/but it won’t be much different”

We could have it a lot worse off
Time can’t tell me what to do, I smashed my pocket watch
We could have it a lot worse off
Na-na-na-na-never mind, here comes the cops

Spent the evening with an old friend
A former gardener turned grave digger
I asked about his change in occupation and
He sighed and said: “it’s sad
But I get the big picture
Not everyone needs a rose
Not everyone needs a marigold
Not everyone needs a rose
But we’re all gonna need a little hole in the ground”

We could have it a lot worse off
Time can’t tell me what to do, I smashed my pocket watch
We could have it a lot worse off
Na-na-na-na-never mind, here comes the cops
I don’t believe in God
And he don’t believe in me
There’s no hard feelings
We’re even… aren’t we?