Smelling Colors Down My Neck
You're just a scarecrow now, you're sleeping safe and sound again
You're twisting in your bed, hiding secrets there again, oh again
And who would have thought that I'd be a number one hit?
And who would have thought that you'd be lying in a ditch?
You're breathing down my neck, but it feels good I do confess
Your innocence burned out, just like the cross that came around your way, around your way
And who would have thought that I'd be a number one hit?
And who would have thought that you'd be lying in a ditch?
(All aboard)
You have your arms pinned back, you're breathing loud, but you don't care
It's like that old man says, what goes around will come around to you, it's coming back to you
And who would have thought that I'd be a number one hit?
And who would have thought that you'd be lying in a ditch?
And who would have thought that I'd be a number one hit?
And who would have thought that you'd be lying in a ditch?
