How many trees to the west of here.
How many smokes left have you got.
I wanna stand but I'm talking to a cop.
There's piss on my boots, how'd you make it stop.
Dance past looking for a crashed dance lot.
I'm alone, up on the top of the pack
Lay to the people,and maid to the pines
l’ll be awning that lady, I'll be riding her line,Oh
Smoking outside the computel
I’m already never gonna fail you
Shaking in your clots and no they are not cataloging your thoughts
you got one kind of trouble, it's the one that’s on your back
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
and you’re shoveling shit,and they pay you to talk
My young little soul, unlearning to walk.
Close that weary door like the house on the weary street.
I finally go in the blind heights.
I'm warm in the cold, that's corn rows.
I finally go in blind heights.
That's a cold toke, through the corn rows.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart.