The Snake The Cross The Crown - The Great American Smokeout Lyrics

Humming to himself as he is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next.
And knows he won't ever stop,
Unless he wants what he surely does not.

Oh, Jim, John, Jackie and Suzy Q.
They mind their manners but so do you,
While we breathe all of these words that make no sense.

Humming to himself as he is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he's right though he's convinced himself it is.
Working in an upscale place,
She is thinking of her son's demise.
On his epitaph a doctor's bill,
She puts off for another time.
And swears she won't ever stop,
Unless she wants what she surely does not.

Oh, Jim, John, Jackie and Suzy Q.
They mind their manners but so do you,
While we breathe all of these words that make no sense.

Not gonna see till me singing does me wrong.
Not gonna hear till the fires have burned on.
Not gonna know.
Not gonna know till the feeling does me wrong.