Im serenaded by a of a thousand burning cigarettes
Youve been taking chances, mama
While Ive been placing bets
So tell it to the ashes, they know we served
It may be good for the soul but its hard on the nerves
The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame
A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name
Theres nowhere to run
Ive got no one to tell
My face has become a mask and Im not wearing it well
For five days straight
Ive been breathing fire
Dont have room on my body
For another scar
The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame
A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name