And now it's vital, ascendent and coiled
You could rely on a spirited pursuit
to touch on your toes, to lope for you dog-like
While wearing your colours it picks up your soul
And the journey's tolls
And now it's vital you call on my name
You wash your hands in my wastrel flames

 [bad word] 
I would have though you would have caught the importance of hair
Folded in chains simply explains your cigarette not yet
(cigarette, heartache, cigarette)

Bones you were and bones you'll be
The scenery set in between
will fade away and soon reveal
the deals you made are [bad word]