Yeah
They say you'll go to hell
If you can paint
Things we know so well
Are never faint
I watch the drip fall in (forming?) lines (?)
A little low
And after all i heard
I listen more
Your life is not your own
You're just hangin out in flesh and bone
All our days
Are numbered
It's an age old spell
I've been under, Well
You're thinkin "Will it move?"----fresh(?)
See all the things you hate
Up close in your face, oh
I walk some different lines
And never boworrowed
And after all i've heard
I listen more
My bag of flesh and bone
Will just get burried in the mud
All our days
Are numbered
Ooh, Its and age old spell
I've been under, Yeah
My bag of flesh and bone
Will just get burried in the mud
Your life is not your own
Your just hanging out in flesh and bone
All our days
Are numbered
It's an age old spell
I've been under, yeah
All our days
Are numbered
It's an age old spell
We live under

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah