there's a halo trapped over your head burn in fiery red now..

and you're tired of just tempting the dead morning noon and night now

and the words that you said when you thought you'd be here forever

all the things that you said when we were high on coke together

and the years they roll by like a train

the world just keeps on turning

and you keep doing those things to your brain

ain't you got no learnin

and this world it comes to a head in surprising ways sometimes now

and the ride can come to a head and leave you nothing but shadow

oh oh oh

Now you can't see nothing but banshees and all the hell you've been

down the road looking for redemption be grateful your pantry's filled

aliens and crows come by in the morning

ask someone who knows i suppose

Don't need redemption the planets don't listen they just want to eat your brain

doc watson can see in the dark he knows the astral plane

aliens and crows come by in the morning

ask someone who knows i suppose,

i suppose

under your nose

your winter rose

some pride to depose

i suppose

lost in the cold