Locked out of heaven.
Burnt out on hell.
So we found casinos.
Strip clubs and jails.
Came raising cane
Like a thief in the night.
Goddamn man, I saw no light.
Me and my Last Line Blues.
For criminals and crime.
Do we deserve to die?
We ain't askin' for the much.
But I ain't askin' twice.
Funeral Chic - Last Line Blues Lyrics
Funeral Chic - Last Line Blues Lyrics
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Locked out of heaven.
Burnt out on hell.
So we found casinos.
Strip clubs and jails.
Came raising cane
Like a thief in the night.
Goddamn man, I saw no light.
Me and my Last Line Blues.
For criminals and crime.
Do we deserve to die?
We ain't askin' for the much.
But I ain't askin' twice.
Burnt out on hell.
So we found casinos.
Strip clubs and jails.
Came raising cane
Like a thief in the night.
Goddamn man, I saw no light.
Me and my Last Line Blues.
For criminals and crime.
Do we deserve to die?
We ain't askin' for the much.
But I ain't askin' twice.
Writer: Alex Psaroudis, Dustin Carpenter, Robert Stroud, Thientu Nhu
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY SOLUTIONS CORP
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY SOLUTIONS CORP
Performed By: Funeral Chic
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Alex Psaroudis, Dustin Carpenter, Robert Stroud, Thientu Nhu