| When they number off the dead | 
| I will haul the ashes there | 
| And make certain you were one of them | 
| And in my infant dreams of hope | 
| You will billow up in smoke | 
| And fill my little pink lungs | 
| You may not find it hard | 
| You drag my feet | 
| You pull me to the ground | 
| This is costing you in skin | 
| I am sister to your tunes | 
| Fortunate waddle while you swoon | 
| Spanking boy is on the whipping post | 
| His features melt into his mouth | 
| While we’re burning down the house | 
| What a puddle of friends we have now | 
| You may not find it hard | 
| You drag my feet | 
| You pull me to the ground | 
| This is costing you in skin | 
| You make me feel so enlightened | 
| Like a lady found god in her purse | 
| Lord in the store we are bringing it in | 
| Pays in the red and it’s worse | 
| How will he take the news? | 
| Good or bad, red or blue | 
| Holds the victim and he folds the night | 
| No exception to the rule | 
| Motel 6 your check is due | 
| Adult life is calling you | 
| You may not find it hard | 
| You drag my feet | 
| You pull me to the ground | 
| This is costing you in skin | 
| You make me feel so enlightened | 
| Like a lady found god in her purse | 
| You may not find it hard | 
| You drag my feet | 
| You pull me to the ground | 
| This is costing you in skin | 
| Someone has friends on the rebound | 
| And she is a model of you | 
| I saw a speech last for hours | 
| Maybe next week we’ll spend in the dirt | 
| You may not find it hard | 
| You drag my feet | 
| You pull me to the ground | 
| This is costing you in skin |