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 t keep their hands
Where I can see them

I'm going nowhere
It's safe to say that I
'M going nowhere
These bones of mine
Are dressed to kill

I traded all my absolution
In for chasers
Blackout in the red room
And I still carry the scent on my fingers
I made myself what I am now
& I lost myself

Good God it must
Have been the poison
That left a hole where
My senses once were
(We're hangin' out by the gallows pole
We're hangin' out at the end of the rope)