Ain't Lettin' from grave by Frankie Tuffragette

My baby won't bury me tonight
I've found my keys and I'm on a mad joyride
And I ain't lettin' the devil
Nah I won't let the devil
Take the wheel this time

My wallet has been looking mighty light
'Cause my torment keeps using all my fight
But I ain't sellin' the devil
Nah I won't sell the devil
No soul of mine

And life it ain't worth living
And I've never heard a reason
Worth a damn
So I'm-a keep on drinking
And if you tell me it's not helping
Then I don't think you understand

My baby might pack her bags and leave
Ain't so crazy, she's way too good for me
But I ain't lettin' the devil
Nah I won't let the devil
Take her seat

I'm gonna strum hard until my fingers bleed
I'm gonna sing until my voice runs out on me
And if I do meet the devil
Then he better be careful
'Cause I'm in no mood for pleasantries

'Cause life it ain't worth living
But it's life that I've been given
So fancy that
And no amount of drinking
Has ever overridden
That fact

So roach it or whatever you do
To cope with the reality of you
But don't let the devil
No don't let that fucking devil through
No I ain't lettin' the devil
I ain't lettin' that devil
Into

• Alternative
• DIY
• alt pop
• punk poetry
• queer punk
• riotgrrrl
• London