hailey

Blood-picket fence

Morning cigarette

Feel a little tense

I know just what you'll get

I hope you don't forget the deal I'll make tonight

You know it's for the best

So turn out the light

Hailey's in the hallway with the hatchet in her hand

'Cause lately she's been lying to her lousy old man

'Bout the creatures in her sleep

In her bed, in the church

And her daddy is a priest

But he's friends with a serpent

People all around, yeah, they're lying to me

'Cause the only thing that's real is the mind of the sheep

And the shepherd leaves the herd, and you're left on your own

Only then can you know, only then can the smoke

Slowly creep into your mind

And the chemical you die with

Will open up the blood-picket fence and collide with the-

(Oh, ah)