Gravestone
Rebel Soul's Last Anthem: Gravestone Confessions
Lyrics
I've been known to lose my cool when the bartender pours 'em up wrong
I react strongly when the bartender makes mistakes in preparing drinks.
Not afraid to speak my mind, and I come on a little bit strong
I'm outspoken and can be intense in my expressions.
But you can't claim me, nah babe, I can't be owned
I resist being controlled; my free spirit is like a southern wind with a gypsy soul.
Like a southern wind, I'm born again with a wayward gypsy soul
I have a rebellious and free-spirited nature, like a southern wind with a wandering soul.
So save your breath, save your time, and just put that on my gravestone
Don't bother trying to change me; engrave your criticism on my gravestone.
You can't play with matches then cry when you get burned
Don't engage in risky behavior and complain about the consequences.
Toughen up, poor buttercup, from here it just gets worse
Face challenges with resilience; life will only get tougher from here.
So go on and blame me, when it's you who should've known
Don't blame me for your mistakes; you should have been aware.
Might as well just get in line with the other hearts I broke
Accept the consequences; join the queue of hearts I've broken.
So save your breath, save your time, and just put that on my gravestone
Don't waste your words or time; inscribe your judgments on my gravestone.
I'm a hell-raisin', top-shelf cravin', pride of a rambling man
I'm a troublemaker, proud and adventurous, embodying a wandering spirit.
I like to flirt with trouble, and it likes to flirt right back
I enjoy flirting with trouble, and it reciprocates.
Ain't got nothing nice to say, I'll keep it to my own
If I don't have anything nice to say, I'll keep it to myself.
So save your two cents, move along, and just put that on my gravestone
Don't offer unsolicited advice; engrave your opinions on my gravestone.
Put that on my gravestone
Reiteration of placing judgments on the speaker's gravestone.
Bound to Folsom Prison, I'm known to walk the line
Reference to Folsom Prison and a willingness to challenge societal norms.
Know I'm headed straight to hell when the good Lord says it's time
Acknowledgment of impending consequences when judged by a higher power.
Cause I've got a reputation my mama won't condone
I have a reputation that goes against my mother's approval.
And it always seems to follow where the rubber meets the road
My rebellious nature leads to trouble where challenges arise.
So take your sermon elsewhere and just put that on my gravestone
Reject preaching and judgments; mark them on my gravestone.
I'm a hell-raisin', top-shelf cravin', pride of a rambling man
Reiteration of being a proud troublemaker with a wandering spirit.
I like to flirt with trouble, and it likes to flirt right back
Continued enjoyment of flirting with trouble.
Ain't got nothing nice to say, I'll keep it to my own
If I don't have anything positive to say, I'll keep my thoughts to myself.
So save your two cents, move along, and just put that on my gravestone
Dismissal of unsolicited opinions; engrave them on my gravestone.
Put that on my gravestone
Repetition of the refrain emphasizing placing judgments on the gravestone.
Put that on my gravestone
-Put that on my gravestone
-Put that on my gravestone
Final repetition of the message to engrave judgments on the speaker's gravestone.
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