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