Dying Isn't Cheap

There's an ashtray of crushed out cigarettes

And an empty bourbon bottle by his bed

A pile of change, a worn-out match book with a name

And a number scribbled on it that can't be read

Living all alone and in the red

I guess sometimes it's worse than being dead

And he said, dying isn't cheap

It's a mighty hefty cost

When you're doing it like me

You've already lost

If I had to buy my way to heaven

Guess I'd go to hell

Since the only thing she left me

Was this old soul to sell

Since she set me free

Living don't come easy and dying isn't cheap

He said, that woman she was everything

But I guess I wasn't everything to her

For that woman I gave anything

Now I'd give anything to drown the hurt

I guess I'll live forever missing her

Because the pills and top shelf whiskey just don't work

Dying isn't cheap

It's a mighty hefty cost

And doing it like me

You've already lost

If I had to buy my way to heaven

Guess I'd go to hell

Since the only thing she left me

Was this old soul to sell

Since she set me free

Living don't come easy and dying isn't cheap

If I had to buy my way to heaven

Guess I'd go to hell

Since the only thing she left me

Was this old soul to sell

Since she set me free

Living don't come easy and dying isn't cheap