Even If It Kills Me

All of my pretty friends Moved to Los Angeles And now they only visit in my TV screen They get their picture taken While I'm on the couch and thinking I like watching them more than I like watching me I hear all the girls in LA Get their wings on Ventura freeway And they're so pretty They just float up into space My GPS says paradise Is some hotel off the 405 where no one sleeps And they shower in champagne I'm gonna find some kind of heaven Even if it kills me I'm gonna find some kind of heaven Even if it kills me All of my singing friends Moved down to Nashville when The pinstripe man offered them the moon So they're chasing Johnny's ghost While I thumb through the radio And the man in black slowly starts to croon I hear songs in music city Can be sold for copper pennies But only if you sell some of yourself too I wonder what the going rate is For a soul with rusty edges Cause I'd be more than happy To whistle you a tune I'm gonna find some kind of heaven Even if it kills me I'm gonna find some kind of heaven Even if it kills me (I won't sleep oh I won't sleep tonight I won't sleep oh I won't sleep tonight) All of my other friends Take pictures of sandwiches And ask the internet how truly blessed a man can be Though I fill the house with curses My rage burns up the curtains But I smile as the sunshine washes over me I'm gonna find some kind of heaven Even if it kills me I'm gonna find some kind of heaven Even if it kills me