Well, I used to have a heart, but I had to cut it loose Now there's nothing in my chest but a mess of bad news I'm a seven high poker hand, a pawn shop wedding band A coffee mug of bottom shelf booze If you wanna drown your heart in gasoline and make believe If you think a good lost cause is exactly what you need If you got a taste for poison with your wine Well then yeah, I guess you can call me sometime I went to preachers and healers 'til I wore myself down I tried pills, I read books, but nothing ever worked out It ain't a decision, it's a terminal condition I'll never feel what they write those songs about If you wanna drown your heart in gasoline and make believe If you think a good lost cause is exactly what you need If you got a taste for poison with your wine Well then yeah, I guess you can call me sometime You got eyes to make the devil want to roll away the stone But my advice is, you ought to leave well enough alone But if you wanna drown your heart in gasoline and make believe If you think a good lost cause is exactly what you need If you got a taste for poison with your wine Well then yeah, I guess you can call me sometime