Theres a mark on my back
From my last heart attack
A whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstack
Theres a source, of course,
She says: its whispering at night
Like air leaks from a tire
The truth outruns your lies (life)
If you jump track, thinkin its over
Remember?
Sooner or later its over your shoulder
Ive got a bigmechanicmouth
It resonates with sound
A forkedmetallictongue
Its green with what its found
Spin my head around
For a different view
You cant look straight ahead
To see whats in front of you
If you jump track, thinkin its over
Remember?
Sooner or later its over your shoulder