My head is heavy and bent like a crane 

The wrecking ball blues are coming again 

And Latham says "font>]babe, you know life is a ride" 

but living's no fun when you're dead inside. 



I pierce myself to wake up my veins 

I'd pierce my heart if I thought things would change 

But I'm just like the skin that's been stung and restung 

And the campfire songs that are sung and resung 

For a girl of my age why am I so numb? 



I've been chasing a lie I was sold 

Running down thieves and fool's gold 

And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal 



I've been swallowed up by greed. I've been spat upon by lust 

If they ain't playing with your money they're playing with your trust 

And I'm trying so hard to stop sitting still 

To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled 

To find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed 

Cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will 



I've been chasing a lie I was sold 

Running down thieves and fool's gold 

And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal 



We've been chasing a lie we were sold 

We're running down thieves and fool's gold 

And these Christmas dreams are just painted 

Just painted, Just painted, Just painted 

Coal 



Talk about an early frost.