Lyric Smokestack

Swept the floor of dreams
Live ones in the cracks
Crawling from the woodwork
Just to break your mother s back

Hail the future king
No surprises left
Formula is widely know by chemists
And the minds they ve blown

Smokestack
Smokestack
Smokestack

Count em 1 in 10
Can t hold on to those threats
Not-so-distant cousins
Of the nails on which you slept

Amateur contortionist
With pyrotechnic skill
This is not a mob you rule
It s just the family barbecue

Smokestack
Smokestack
Smokestack

Smokestack
Smokestack
Smokestack

Standing on my head
And just in time to see
A promise in each pocket
And a liar in each sleeve
The spoils have been crudely cut
In out of balance halves
Nothing left to peace or calm
That explosions couldn t bring along