I'm serenaded by a chorus
of 1,000 burning cigarettes.
You were taking chances, mama
while I've been placing bets.
So tell it to the ashes
they know we've served.
It may be good for the soul
but it's hard on the nerves.
The very thing that drives you
can drive you insane.
I've got a head full of thought crimes
and a number with no name.
Got an eleventh hour Jesus
and a mouth full of blame.
Casket lined with silver dollars
and a number with no name.
Number with no name.
There's no where to run
I've got no one to tell.
My face has become a mask
and I'm not wearing it well.
For 5 days straight I've been breathing fire.
Don't have room on my body for another scar.
The very thing that drives you
can drive you insane.
I've got a head full of thought crimes
and a number with no name.
Got an eleventh hour Jesus
trying to explain.
Casket lined with silver dollars
and a number with no name.
A number with no name.
1,2,3.
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