It's the same road you're on, Oh no
It's the same road you're on, Oh no
It's the foil to your plot, Whoa-oh
Sinking into the tar, Again
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
When you feel so numb, when you get so
Every single day, and every single night
When you hit that nod, when you reach those heights
It's the last straw you're on, Oh no
It's the last straw you're on, Oh no
Chasing sickness away, Again
Tar and ash in the wind, Whoa-oh
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
When you feel so numb, when you get so
Every single day, and every single night
When you hit that nod, when you reach those heights
Before it gets better it gets worse
The sickness comes if you don't get well first
It's all under control
Just one more then you'll go
