There's a mark on my back

from my last heart attack

A whiskeymouthbottleneckcardstack



There's a source, of course,

she says: It's whispering at night

like air leaks from a tire

the truth outruns your lies (life)



If you jump track, thinkin' it's over

Remember…

Sooner or later it's over your shoulder



I've got a bigmechanicmouth

it resonates with sound

A forkedmetallictongue

it's green with what it's found



Spin my head around

for a different view

You can't look straight ahead

to see what's in front of you



If you jump track, thinkin' it's over

Remember…

Sooner or later it's over your shoulder