In a black and far off corner of my mind There's a box of something I can't quite define It houses circus freaks, temptation and bad trips In an isolated corner of the box There's a trap door covered up with dirt and rocks It opens to the stairs that lead down to the crypt
Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last step Do you know what you get? Cigarette
On a dark and lonely road in my hometown Stands a house that long ago should've been torn down It reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and bad debt On a weather beaten transom in the house Walks a friend of mine that I call the old king mouse He dances in the moonlight and sleeps out on the steps
Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath? Do you know what you get? Do you know where you're going when they've paid their last regrets? Do you know what you get? Cigarette
In a black and far off corner of my mind There's a box of something I can't quite define It houses circus freaks, temptation and the Fayette County Fair And it reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and big hair
Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath? Do you know what you get? Do you know where you're going when the devil starts to sweat? Do you know what you get? A cigaretteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
