I´m serenaded by a chorus of a thousand burning cigarettes
You´ve been taking chances, mama
While I´ve been placing bets
So tell it to the ashes, they know we 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
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

There´s nowhere to run
I´ve got no one to tell
My face has become a mask and I´m not wearing it well
For five 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
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