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)