Good God, it must have been the poison
that left a hole where my senses once were.
Someone should have seen this comin'
So tell your friends t keep their hands
where I can see them
I'm going nowhere
It's safe to say that I'm going nowhere
These bones of mine are dressed to k**
I traded all my absolution in for chasers
Blackout in the red room
and I still carry the scent on my fingers
I made myself what I am now
& I lost myself
Good God it must have been the poison
that left a hole where my senses once were
(We're hangin' out by the gallows pole.
We're hangin' out at the end of the rope)