The bitter taste of ash on your tongue
Lick your cigarette and down your rum
Get blisters on your fingers, play the game till it's done
And realize, you're no longer young
Cut your fingers on your strings
Keep your pawns safe and sacrifice your king
And know that it'll all be over soon
And realize you're on the wrong side of the moon
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Drive your 55 without a card
Get pulled over and tell them your lies
Rhyme words with words that don't rhyme
Take a chunk out of the sour lime of life
Change your mind and think things you wouldn't have thought
Explain to yourself this life of seeking the unsought
Wash your hands with wine and clean the table
You yourself and only you will be your label
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace
Lines drawn, lines erased. No God for me but I'll sing my saving grace