"Shit Out Of Luck" lyrics

Driving up the coast
With nowhere left to go
I miss him more than I miss the sun
But he's one slick son of a gun
You took my heart and my diamond ring
My muse, took my songs to sing
He taught my hands how to hold
And talked of grocery lists and growing old

You said you're a God fearing man
I guess this was all his plan
He'll put you out like a cigarette
And I'll touch myself to your last breath
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Every rose has its thorns
So roll your bills, do your lines
You're getting high on borrowed time

I've got passion and I've got a gun
Said "forever," well I'm calling your bluff
If you thought that we were done
Well, baby, you're shit out of luck
You're shit out of luck

Speeding down the coast
I've got nowhere left to go
I'm out on the run
And my cowboy's dead as dust
Took my heart and my diamond ring
Then you became friends with penitentiary
My Judas, my fallen one
The only man I will ever love

I was once your baby girl (oh)
An oyster and its pearl
Now I'm picking up my heels
And watching you burn, baby, burn
I've got passion and I've got a gun
Said "forever," well I'm calling your bluff
If you thought that we were done
Well, baby, you're shit out of luck

You're shit out of luck
(You're shit out of luck)
(You're shit out of luck)
(You're shit out of luck)
You're shit out of luck