Undertaker - Ginger Root

With or without my understanding

Of how I might be today

Simple or not, I’ve got to hold on

To all of my early days

Spilling my cup though it’s just half empty

Running out of walking space

Giving advice I’ve yet to call mine

Might as well have no face

I don’t know whether it’s my fault

You know that she’ll be there too

If you go down that same old road

Filling my time with exaggeration

Put on my resume

And I’ve got to get rid of that undertaker

He’s ruling my world today

See, I don’t know whether it’s my fault

You know that she’ll be there too

If you go down that same old road

It does not hurt yourself to try

We’ll get through this, just you and I

It does not hurt yourself to try

I’m singing in this mahjong room

I’m singing in the mahjong room

I’m singing in this mahjong room

I’m singing in the mahjong room

I’m singing in this mahjong room

I’m singing in the mahjong room