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 |
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