I don't want you coming round to see me Go back into town i wanna think A I don't wanna talk about tomorrow E I'm tired of your god fearing soul The rain is always leaking through the window Noones always knocking on the door Never had a name they called me trouble And i don't wanna live here anymore A G E Throw me in an old pine box A G E And nail that lid on top Prepare in the sins of our fathers My daddy was an evil evil man I'm proud to say i never really knew him But i can feel his aweful prescence in my skin Whos that crouching in the corner Why sir are you hanging from that tree Whats that thing scratching beneath the floorboards This town it just don't feel the same to me Throw me in an old pine box And nail that lid on top Brother i've never not been lost The apples on the tree have turned to rot And all around i feel the lords eyes watching If you think i'm gonna whimper well i'm not Whatcha gonna do come sunday morning When everything you see has turned to dust I just don't believe the s**t you're preaching Forgive me holy preacher if you must Throw me in an old pine box And nail that lid on top I can't afford to pay for heat this winter Ice is crawling up and down the walls If anyone should ever stop to wonder Just tell em noone lives here anymore And throw me in an old pine box And nail that lid on top Yeah throw me in an old pine box And nail that lid on top