Ashtray balanced on my chest
Sucking on a cigarette
If I don't burn in hell
I just might burn in bed
Staring into a glowing red ember
On a chilly morning in December
I look out my front window
And realize that the walk needs shoveling
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm listening to you
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm thinking of you
Underneath the snowbank
I found myself a big thumb
Found myself a rusty dime
I put that big thumb in my pocket
The damn thing stayed there until it rotted
Now I got it in a pickle jar
I wonder who it once belonged to?
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm listening to you
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm thinking about you
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm listening to you
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm thinking about you
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm listening to you
Oh, my head aches
Whenever I'm thinking about you
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