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