Good God, it must have been the poison
That left a hole where my senses once were
Someone should have seen this comin'
So tell your friends to keep their hands
Where I can see them
I'm going nowhere
It's safe to say that
I'm going nowhere
Today
These bones of mine
Are dressed to kill now
I traded all my absolution
In for chasers
Blackout, blackout in the red room
And I still carry the scent on my fingers
I made myself what I am now
And I lost myself
Good God, it must have been the poison
That left a hole where my senses once were
I'm going nowhere
It's safe to say that
I'm going nowhere
We're hangin' out by the gallows pole
We're hangin' out at the end of the rope
