I'm thinking about it before I fall asleep
Maybe too much, too much this time
Maybe I took it because I was feeling weak
It's the fourth time this week am I
Going crazy with you right there with me?
Could be hazy from the hits of pain relief
Put the nails right in my coffin please
Because I'm feeling sick and I'm feeling sick
And I wish I could be free
Heaven makes way for you wise fools
Heaven makes way for you wise fools
Because when I get there
I'll be one too
Tracy thinks so too a bit see it in the inside
Of picture frames and portraits, that simply cannot hide
In your beauty was serious injury
In the dirty feeling you couldn't clean
From the debri in your stomach for your company
Heaven makes way for you wise fools
Heaven makes way for you wise fools
Because when I get there
I'll be one too