They say you'll go to hell

If you get baked



The things we know so well

Are never faked



I've walked some different lines

And they're on loan



And after all I've heard

I miss her moan



Your life is not your own

You're just hanging out in flesh and bone



All our days are numbered

It's an age-old spell I've been under



You think that when you move

You're starting fresh



See all the things you hate

Up close in the flesh



I've walked some different lines

And never borrowed



But after all I've heard

I miss her moan



My bag of flesh and blood

Will just get buried in the mud



Your life is not your own

You're just hanging out in flesh and bone



All our days are numbered

It's an age-old spell I've been under



Yeah



All our days are numbered

It's an age-old spell we've been under