put a hole in the ground just to bury your poor uncle
put that shovel for he's nearing toward his savior
if his heart's light as a feather he could walk right in
it's a shame it's heavier by the burden of his sins
oh me, what have i done
oh me, what have i done
have a paper, son, you can light yourself a cigarette
i'll shine off his gun with the corner of my wedding dress
never shoot at moving things just feels good in my hands
makes me feel more threating
makes me feel like a man
oh me, what have i done
oh me, what have i done
god sees everything does he have himself an x-ray
see him lie to me, oh the stink of gin and whiskey
we've been known to holler but i love that boy to death
lipstick on his collar and some whiskey on his breath
thought i saw clear waters, but the storm was slow to rest
he had lipstick on his collar and a bullet in chest
oh me, what have i done
oh me, what have i done
oh me what have i done