We walk down that black line
We had some real good times
With whiskey on his breath
And a pocket full of gold
The lies you told are running thin
These lies are running thin
These walls are closing in and structured strong
These walls are closing in
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
You're itching like a fiend
Making sense like a broken change machine
These walls are coming down
These walls are coming down
Flows like water, breathes like fire
Flows like water, breathes like fire
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
I suggest in cigarettes and gasoline
But that's just me
It seems they've been around now for some time
Time
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
Marks and sparks
