Out past the trees there is nothing to burn Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the wounds
Wake up dead man, there's a noise You must attend It will not quit Wake up dead man, there's a noise Your sleep is done Your secret's out Dead
Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield We can listen to it burn We'll hide behind the oak tree Hide behind the oak tree Stay
Spent another season in the valley of the bones But higher grounds was callin, callin me back home 109 answers to 110 proofs Back up to my bed o'
Highwater is everywhere, highwater is telling me to go There's poison in the course it runs, there's ashes from the factory on the hill Watch it all
All dressed up for the day of the dead I have been waiting It's coming soon enough The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled So tired of
Work out at the goldmine in a tin can shack Don't come up behind cause I won't be mincing my words Don't play twenty questions with all of the scavenger
Last time that I saw you, you were on the killing floor Last time that I saw you, all the tears had turned to clay Still I haven't panicked, come
Hangman take these heads from me And swing 'em from your money tree Hear me laughing in my steps These heads are yours, they're yours to keep Please
Into the heart of this old sunken ship A white knuckle journey you won't soon forget Out where the deepwater goes Into the veins of this old lizard
