Lyrics

Where do I begin? Chamber, take a spin Snake eyes coming down the road again With the trouble in my lap In a ride without a map Somehow always find my way back in Too chicken to retreat Losers never cheat It wasn't pretty, but hey, a win's a win Prodding at the clocks Dancing on the rocks Both ends got a wick No candlesticks Throw it down and bottoms up Join in our ode of reckless lunacy Double wick, no candlesticks Until we burn, and that's a way to be Some friends from better days They wax and buff their names And I think I'm the one pulling up lame I howl until I'm hoarse Then crash into the floor In the corner, on my face Trapped in by paint