As they laid
my bones down at the crossroads
I saw my ghost
Sell my soul to the inferno
For petrol to get home.
Now each day
I sink a bit faster into my father's fate
Four packs a day
Four decades straight
Right to an unmarked grave
I used to think it would sleep [x3]
As I laid
My cross down at the bones beneath my feet
She came
The face of a saint
The voice of a sympathy
She says
"The future will be devoid of weaknesses"
Free cigarettes
For all the kids
To make small skeletons
I used to think it would sleep [x3]
I used to think
As I aged with time
That it would shut it's eyes
And just let me be
Then I'd seen it's designs
To kill and hide
Deceitfully inside my skin
I've been hunting it ever since.