Smoke In The Pipe

Mud on the tire, cold in my jaw echo Back of the house, I live by the lawScrap on my belt, old scars, new businessI move in the dark, I move like a sickness

Smoke in the pipe, smoke in the pipeThey hear that sound and duck real quickSmoke in the pipe, smoke in the pipeCold little grin on a dark night shift

Bridge Ghost in the gap when the floor go thinI was built in the dark, now I live in it

Smoke in the pipe, smoke in the pipeThey hear that sound and duck real quick