No room for my change of heart
No room for my second thought
Spoken down the
Pascoe, there is a makeshift trail
And in the rimlock,
carved your name out of my tooth and nail
And on some cool list,
stripped my clothes and stuck them in a hole
Not one for my change of heart,
not one for my second thought
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Leaving my motel with
my wrecking ball
Got no change, got no change at all
Rest assured that we'll
soon be cured of that
Serpent blood to the skull
Jack, be nimble,
Jack, be quickly
Jack, drink one of these
And trace the lines of infamy
upon the poems you read
The prophets are the profiteers,
the globe a tethered ball
No room for that change of heart,
no room for that second thought
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in my motel
with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that it'll soon be cured
Or that it's served her with too much gun
In my survey of lock -on use
Pulled the funeral card
Down the blacktop finger
Into the last hurrah
Once a shrewd collector,
that card it overflowed
No room for my change of heart,
no room for my second thought
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Left them in my motel
with my wrecking ball
Got no chains, got no chains at all
Rest assured that we'll soon be cured
of that serpent with two scars
And the beast was lost and it lies here slain in the darkness of this heart