I'm burning up it's 40 plus in the shade Hand me a shovel cos I'm digging a grave I'm going to bury that shell on the door The door flew the coop and went to heaven above And when I'm gone I'm gonna write you a letter Of anything but love
I heard you scratching at the flyscreen door Those wounds ain't gonna heal if you keep on picking them sores You blame the symptoms but you know what's the cause It's anything but love
I walked so far I wore a hole in my boots I wear this here old vest as though it was bullet proof You keep on running trying to hide from the truth It's anything but love