Hey girl, what a world
Deep lines and cut ties
You got me beat between the sheets
And a prayer on my mind
I'm gonna quit when I hit the end of this stash
I know you say you've heard all of that
Ch) When we reach the end of the line
the mausoleum of time
We'll all come back as flies or fuckers
When you reach the end of your rope
On a downhill slope
My past self says you lucky bastard
Oh, someone pray for me
Pry apart eyelids like wooden barbs
In a town like this news travels far
Magdalene, so obscene, had a thing for feet]
Step on up sir, come on up, out of your seat
You poor thing how did you wind up here
I saw your mother in the street
and you father at the bar
You said you found the thing
that all your dreams were made of
tucked it in between the pages
of a soundless old guitar
God sent you a message
in the form of a tornado
as the wind screamed this is truth
The clouds formed an albatross
Now you know he said
Now you know, he said
While smoking a cigarette
and hanging on the cross