Walkabouts Got No Chains
			
Locust wind came blowin' right through them swinging 
doors 
It knocked me off my toothpick legs and up the spiral 
stairs 
To a room of long locked lore - museum of fools and 
lies 
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second 
thought 
Spoken down the past, go, there is a makeshift trail 
And in the room I carved your name out of my tooth and 
nail 
And I was so cool, it stripped my clothes and stuck 'em 
in a hole 
No room for my change of heart, no room for my second 
thought 
Got no chains, got no chains at all 
Left them in motel with my wrecking ball 
Got no chains, got no chains at all 
Rest assured that he'll soon be cured of that serpent 
will to score 
Jack be nimble, Jack be quickly, Jack drink one of 
these 
And trace the lines of infamy upon the palms you read 
The prophets are the profiteers that throw the 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 motel with my wrecking ball 
Got no chains, got no chains at all 
Rest assured that he'll soon be cured of that serpent 
will to scorn 
Emissary of luck on you must pull the funeral cart 
Down the blacktop finger into the last hurrah 
Once a shrewd collector, that cart had 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 motel with my wrecking ball 
Got no chains, got no chains at all 
Rest assured that he'll soon be cured of that serpent 
will to score,
And the beast was lost and it lies here slain in the 
darkness of this hall