There`s a mark on my back
from my last heart attack
A whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstack
There`s a source, of course,
she says: It`s whispering at night
like air leaks from a tire
the truth outruns your lies (life)
If you jump track, thinkin` it`s over
Remember…
Sooner or later it`s over your shoulder
I`ve got a bigmechanicmouth
it resonates with sound
A forkedmetallictongue
it`s green with what it`s found
Spin my head around
for a different view
You can`t look straight ahead
to see what`s in front of you
If you jump track, thinkin` it`s over
Remember…
Sooner or later it`s over your shoulder