My Former Shell lyrics

Hello, I`m not home.
I am far from the phone.
Leave a message, better yet, leave me alone.
If I`m sounding thin or hollow,
you`re hearing just an echo
due to lower levels of the male hormone.
I was sick, I`m getting well.
I`ll be happy, y`all can stay in hell.
Soon I`m gonna be a shell of my former shell.

I`m in a frozen hunting lodge
with a tumbler full of scotch
while my other lawyer friends are making moose extinct.
I`d like to shoot those guys
draw a bead on big white eyes
but they`re not worth me having to set down my drink.

I was sick ...

Could this be my future ex-wife calling?
Darling I can hear your nails drying.
Your attorney`s good with small details.
You`re a perfect match, with his teeth and your nails.

My killer instinct`s gone.
Shot down like a dog.
Injected lethally, electrocuted, fried.
I made it walk the plank.
I hung it by its neck.
It kicked and screamed and hollered but it never cried,
and that`s the difference between it and I.

I was sick ....
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